I leave my room and head outside
To begin my journey
Down the old gravel road

An endless expansion of corn
The coyotes distant howls
The brisk air, I walk at a brisker pace

Past the old-fashioned church
With its white picket graveyard
Beautiful in daylight, eerie at night

Through the woods
Over some hills
Across a stream

The bright reflection of the moon signifies my destination
It's beauty portrayed across the canvas that is the pond
I visit at night, because only then can my thoughts be as clear as the water.

I sit in silence for a moment
Pondering what I came for
Before I turn around and head back
Down the old gravel road