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

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