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
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