Poem: Evening Walks
For a walk I went and I purposely lost myself; Stared into the fluffy shapes Hanging above my head, the Ones that reminded me of Childhood ease and carefree air. Both the blue and the pink With each shade in between Boldly nudged me to bow in awe, The things we take for granted And get lost in the hectic blur of it all. Easy to forget no breath is guaranteed And yet we waste them without a second thought, But during these evening walks I choose again and I flow with ease When I marvel at the sky and I let my soul roam wild and free.