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The Hiker I take the shady trail ahead of me By the cold and deep bed of the river, Looking up to the mountain Where clouds wreath its crest And eagles circle free A land of beauty and still so pure, Mine to behold, And watch amazed The sun’s timeless dance Through lush, green branches I let its light enfold me, Hiking in the thickest woods of ancient trees With nameless flowers and Ferns with hazel leaves, In awe I look ahead of me… Nature is sacred, these trees are a temple And the forest a cathedral Granting me the wisdom of understanding And learning the language of earth Carried through time, the gift of life and truth This is a place where I go to be myself, To be alone and think things through, It encompasses the essence Of what I am and What I want to be I climb to find All my emotions stored here, My mind, body and spirit need Wind and rain, moonlight and sunrises, Mists and music of wind among trees I gain wisdom and beauty By resting on the grass, watch the clouds drift and Listening to the water’s song, I reach serenity and Learn the truth about myself Here, at the top of the world I am never alone, for Mother Nature Is holding my hand while we listen To music of the earth, and I reach A place where clouds and sky reflect my heart I relax and know my path is before me, The earth guiding my senses, Water nourishes me and Wind embraces me, I am conquered By Nature photography by Russ Sawdon |
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