I walk in warm conversation,
As a cool breeze flows along,
I take in the scent of the flowers,
And the taste of yesterdays gone.
I breathe in the morning dew,
As the birds fly overhead,
And I come across two crooked paths,
As I think on the journey ahead.
Both look well travelled,
And promise sights and thrills,
But the wind calls me elsewhere,
So I turn to walk the hills.
On and on I walk,
As my friend guides my way,
I do not know where I'm going,
But perhaps I will one day.