austin walk

There aren’t as many great things,
As a walk in the woods,
The comfort I get,
From dry leaves,
Rushing waters,
And breezes that feel…Oh so good,
Sun in ones face,
As it pierces the trees,
Warming my body,
From the rays…7 minutes above,
The stream gently flows,
Like an orchestra of rain drops,
All making their way,
To their end stop,
The things that pass us by,
Day after day,
Our lives filled with noise,
These lives…must find their way,