morning walk musings

enlivened by the wafting breeze a deep desire arose heart was hesitant to release rapture within that grows walkers, runners, both young and old shared gifts of Mother Earth the void heard all stories untold of both sorrow and mirth as of our stuporous routine we walk the path clockwise this habit leaves some sights unseen which we do realise one with both the formless and form our heart hummed a soft tune swathed in bliss mists both cool and warm with existence we commune