'the Journey'

each day is a journey uphill new mountains to climb but I tend to l i n g e r on the way to touch a fragrant wildflower- and listen to the birds sing a melody oh- I lay in meadows dreaming and watch the clouds in the azure d r i f t i n g I wiggle my toes in mountain streams at the end of the day no wonder, I NEVER climbed any mountains I was just too slow, so I just F A L L back down to earth you see- it is all about the journey you never actually have to reach the mountain top _______________________________ July 7, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/'the journey' Copyright Protected, ID 16-1210-105-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to Strand Special 6 Brian Strand Honorable Mention