Going along the trails, through natures realm,
I wonder at the glory around me.
The wonder of nature abounds,
Each site leaves a picture in my mind.
Be it the greens and yellows of the fields,
The blues and browns
Of the river flowing through the forest,
Each picture framed in glory.
I look back and see my steps
As I walk my way along the track,
Those steps soon fading in time
As though I had never been this way.
Each flower, animal and tree so precious
As I delicately pass them,
And leave them unharmed,
Leaving nature as I found it.
Knowing that;
I have taken nothing but pictures.
Left nothing but footprints.
Killed nothing but time.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Walking with Nature is wonderful.
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Yes, some things - many things? - are OK. Then man comes along and messes them up, even kills them.
They wish I would kill time by cutting my singing recitals short, but I never do! lol.
If I hear you sing I may cut something off Orchi. LOL
Andy
Wonderful write Andy.
In the modern maelstrom we inhabit for balance, we all need to take that walk, and often.
JP
Thank you John, yes we need that walk in our lives.
Andy
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