19 February 2013
The ground moves beneath my feet,
Leaves rustling, grass crumpling,
Keeping a perfect beat.
The wind wraps itself around my face
Gently kissing my cheeks
Blowing my hair around my head
Birds sing their usual tune
Dogs bark as I walk by
The old man smokes his cigar nearby
Some might wonder why I love these brisk walks
I think they are crazy, to not love life like me
These simple moments keep me whole
A Walk • Opuss № I