The Travelling Poem

Hello!
I have just finished this poem. The only problem is that it has no name! When you finish reading it, please comment and suggest a name for it.

           Mountains tall,
           Hills small,
           Over each I go.
        
           Deserts large,
           Forests large,
           Through each I go.
        
           I go beyond
           Land and Sea,
           To get back,
           What was taken from me.

           And back again,
           My weary feet,
           When they the old paths meet,
           Will gladly rejoice.

           Then home I stay,
           Till break of day
           And the next adventure.

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