I went out for my morning walk,
Sharp at seven today.
The crisp cool wind swept my hair;
As I went my way.

Squirrels scuttered, birds sang,
Trees waved in the breeze.
Happy clouds floated by;
Nature seemed so pleased.

I loved each moment of the morn,
Strolling through the woods.
The lonely path beckoned me;
It felt so calm and good.

I went along the lonely stretch,
Sceptical of the unknown.
The unknown soon became so dear,
That solitude became a boon.

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

Vincent van Gogh