Every morning I walk - no' I wish to
on the colored nature's universal path
and as I think of walking I feel the soft
earth beneath my feet, and feel connected
on the colored nature's universal path
and as I think of walking I feel the soft
earth beneath my feet, and feel connected
I look at the thinly spread and floating
stratus foam, forming strange shapes
but making sweet soothing melodies
I feel like a helpless wanderer,still
stratus foam, forming strange shapes
but making sweet soothing melodies
I feel like a helpless wanderer,still
Every morning reveals ascending light,
giving new hopes, I try to submerge
my mind into the ethereal rays unified
my walk transforms to a divine flight
my mind into the ethereal rays unified
my walk transforms to a divine flight
5 comments:
Before the pandemic, I used to walk everyday. It was my favorite time of the day. As your poem suggests, there is something invigorating about communing with Nature. I think that I will find a way to walk everyday again... maybe in the woods.
Such a beautiful poem. I feel that connection as well when I walk.
Thank you Magaly and Marja
Just lovely! I love walking in nature too, but have done less of it lately. Your poem might spur me to be more active again.
There is nothing quite like an escape to the countryside to breathe in the air and enjoy the wild for a change.
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