The Hike water pouring, bending trail songs of birds, pulsate in the wind greenery everywhere, smell of sweet the earth under my feet strong, yet frail moss on the trees, sun on my back secret garden for all to enjoy a squirrels haven so sacred a love for nature too many lack falling water, pool of beauty trees encircling stand tall swaying slowly, sound so sweet to relish life, is to do our duty on top of the world, or so it seems yellow, white, and orange are the flowers the horizon ahead, the mountains below see, touch, smell, hear, these are my dreams
Reason for writing:
This poem was inspired by my mother who peaked my interest
in hiking a few years ago. Her undying love of nature has
rubbed off on me and I am forever grateful, for I now see
beauty in all creations. I love you mom!!!
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