Slivers of sun fall softly through the trees,
Warming your face and the trail with ease.
Walking the earth, the miles go by,
The wind whispers welcome from the blue sun kissed sky.
I walk and I walk, smelling the soft scent of pine,
Invading my spirit and caressing my mind.
As my thoughts start to wander, I don’t travel for speed,
My journey is nowhere, I just have the need.
So as I move on and my thoughts become clearer,
I’m closer to peace, my soul is a mirror.