I float my song upon the breeze
With no one here to hear,
Except an audience of trees,
Two hedgehogs and a deer.
And, when at last my singing’s done,
I go my merry way,
Beneath an overarching sun,
And soak up every ray.
I can’t be more alive than this,
I tell myself and smile,
For life’s no more a state of bliss
Than walking many a mile.
It’s all the places in one place,
As timeless as the Hour of Grace.
Photo by Gustav Gullstrand on Unsplash
