I look up the trail and what do I see,
A day full of promise I think you’ll agree.
I hope and I pray for clear lucid thought,
The sun and the stars are all that is sought.
As I walk down the path and my mind starts to wander,
I take a deep breath, my heart growing fonder.
Is it possible? Can it be true?
Should I walk this alone, did I think it all through?
A path of enlightenment, Zen promises abound,
The earth and rocks flutter, a vibe from the ground.
So each step that I take, dust scattering the trail,
No way will I stop, no way will I fail.
I can now see the end, a magnificent view,
My love of the trail, a love that is true.
“My love of the trail, a love that is true.” Wonderful.
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