In the Trails
In the trails I've walked,
I picked up a smooth grey rock,
I found a cave where the cats do sleep.
I look at the trees who quitely talk,
and feel the wind who leaps.
In the trails I've strived,
I witness a little bug die,
i examined the creeks who jog.
I heard the tall grass sigh
and the snores of a rodent in a log.
In the trails of the night fall,
the sun leaves the earth in gentle fall.
I walk back the trails to home,
and again I view the wilderness roam.
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