A Stroll Through the Woods

Footsteps on the ground,
Crunch slowly in sound,
And I walk.

Walk in the quiet pines,
Soft light sweeping forth,
As it peacefully shines.

Whistling birds their voyage at bay,
Soar in verdant trees,
Means only to play.

That I could fly,
Wind caressing me,
Sweeping me through the sky.

Glancing down at impeccable splendor,
Of light reflecting off gentle creeks,
Shy deer grazing on a grassy floor.

Thus I land with both soles,
Never faltering in stride,
On this lovely afternoon stroll.