Hike

Weave among the elements a tapestry of gold-
A treasure trove of memories to cherish when you’re old.
The voices will be calling; don’t allow them in your head-
Let visions on the path you walk inform your soul instead.

You do belong upon this trail and that is why you’re here.
More innocent for visiting, your vision grows more clear.
You breathe the fresh and healthy air; you touch and see the trees
That give you breath with no request to thank them from your knees.

The earth exults all living- be among the few who know
That walking through the forest is the purest way to grow.
There’s not a trace of pretense in this maze of life and death,
But only natural being which alone can steal your breath.

This taking is true giving- love is in it’s primal form
Without a plea for sunshine or against a raging storm.
The earth is what we came from and to which we must return-
Experience this living from each rock or tree or fern.

Absorb and build your memories from sizes, shapes, and smells,
And brief woodland encounters that may cast enchanting spells.
Return when you are able for reminders how to be.
A hike imparts such priceless things to set our spirits free.

John H. Bidwell