Walk With Me

The clouds speak to me with white wisps across the sky;
The birds beckon as they fly.

The sun warms me as I walk amidst the trees;
Nature calls to me with every breeze.

My mind quiets as I listen to the sounds;

Sweet stillness echoes and resounds.

Little flowers flock amongst the grass;
Fluttering along the path as I pass.

The joy and beauty is there for all to see,

So won’t you come and walk along with me?

                                                                            MAL 6/30/13