On Track

The Fox turned and looked at me And skulked away sheepishly Through the woods I walked All quiet as breezes stalked Branch to branch birds play For my ears they sing the day Amidst the trees in golden bands The sun it beats, my heart it lands Butterflies, Midges, flight my eye Above the canopy bright blue sky Flowers stretch their necks for rain Evenings fall and dew will gain Quiet times these sentient hours At total peace in natures powers Of perfect pace and harmony I place my feet in empathy Wiley Fox has just come back One last glance down the track Inquisitive eye asks who are you I smile and walk, just as you do