A spring storm
Ending eternal silence
Waking me from my nocturnal rest
Preparing me for this new day

Its 6am
I’m in the woods
Ready for a long day
The smell of dew and pines
Never fails to excite me

After breakfast
We head out
Hiking down the trail
Working towards out far off good???
Trying to keep time

The birds, they sing
Moving me cheerily along
A raring stream in the distance
Hidden behind the trees
It’s noise provides a tempo
With which to march along

We reach the top
The warm sun beats
Comfortably upon my face
Looking out over miles
A vast ocean of trees

Then we repack
Gather our things
And relace our boots
Dreading the imperative fact

We have to walk back




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