Nature Walk


Deadwood lying

limbs all akimbo

fallen among their brothers

who still stand tall.

Foot beaten paths

tread for ages

now permanent inbedded scars

meanering for miles.

Wildflowers scattered haphazardly

growing at will

in unset patterns of

nautures planting.

The forest songs

surround the silence

as woodland inhabitants

scurry about.

Trailing along

I walk these paths.

So serene and peaceful

I become lost in thoughtful contemplation.

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