A new walk is welcoming,
seeing sights from new perspective;
climbing hills where I have never been,
is my choice and my elective.
The mountain looms before me,
eight thousand feet of pine and rock;
where I get "lost" among the vastness,
with no need of constant talk.
The shadows cool the early sun,
the breeze, refreshment to my brow;
the views are peaceful, tranquil, quiet,
I cannot put in words, just how.
The summit stays in pleasant distance,
I am content to walk its base;
circling in the foothills, far below,
I set my own sweet measured pace.
I will come back another day,
to see new sights of what's around;
today is God's great gift to me,
and in his Nature, I am found.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
A new walk is welcoming,
seeing sights from new perspective;
climbing hills where I have never been,
is my choice and my elective.
The mountain looms before me,
eight thousand feet of pine and rock;
where I get "lost" among the vastness,
with no need of constant talk.
The shadows cool the early sun,
the breeze, refreshment to my brow;
the views are peaceful, tranquil, quiet,
I cannot put in words, just how.
The summit stays in pleasant distance,
I am content to walk its base;
circling in the foothills, far below,
I set my own sweet measured pace.
I will come back another day,
to see new sights of what's around;
today is God's great gift to me,
and in his Nature, I am found.
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