The Trail Is Dusty   Leave a comment

West of Tucson — Panorama Image by kenne

The trail is dusty
Stirred only by our steps,
A soft breeze unable to lift
The dust above our boots

Often coming together as strangers
Sharing a love of the wild
And a desire to hear sounds
In nature’s best.

Nature walks are fine
Surrounded by experts
Who share their knowledge
Born with a feel for the moment

An eye for beauty and form
Nature speaking to the senses
Where nothing is perfect
And everything Is perfect.

— kenne

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