The Hidden Path
Long as the summer day
shadowed by the morning light slipping away,
the hidden path awaits
please, don't hesitate.
Take a walk, a sun rise stroll
whistle as you go
and in between the bush and brush
listen to the song of the wild thrush.
Take your time, not one worry
there is no reason to hurry,
no way to get lost
a moment's of meandering is all it costs.
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