Walk On

Dew soaked grass caresses
my toes as I walk on
through the field
of dreams.

Wind softly whispering
the melody of spring
in my ears, leaving
a comfortable feeling
in my mind.

The gentle embrace of golden
sun-rays around my body,
in the safety of
my solitude.

I walk on drinking
deep the draught of
nature in wonder and awe,
satisfied with being
surrounded by everything
and nothing at all.

I will walk on.

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