Two Walks

On my walk in the country, I might see a deer; Or a fox or a bear Might from hiding appear. And aside from the birdsong, I won’t hear a sound But my footsteps or leaves As they crunch on the ground. When I stroll in the city, It’s noisy and loud. I’m never alone But just one of a crowd. The vista keeps changing Each minute, each day. There’s so much to see As I go on my way. I like both my walks; They’re the yang and the yin And together they balance What’s roiling within.