The Evening Walk

The summer breeze lapped at my hair Firmly yet gently lifting each strand The warm caress of the sun Brought happiness to my weeping skin My lips parted as laughter Freely trickled down my chin My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet As I began my evening walk Abruptly I tripped and fell Soberly I looked around For the object of my humility And found myself gazing into my own eyes I had tripped and fallen over myself Fighting to regain a composure That proved to be elusive I stood and faced myself As I continued my evening walk