Breathing deeply
Walking slowly
The sun above me
Feel so happily free
Cool breeze in the air
Gently going through my hair
The sun on my face
Will surely leave me a lasting
trace
Walking along the path of
giant trees
Whispering gentle songs of
quiet peace
Feeling good to be alive
Not important when I arrive
Time is still
This moment my very will
As I walk up the gentle hill
I may die on this day
Let my spirit take me away
And be born again in the month
of May
COPYRIGHT 2012 alan moliner
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