Walking slowly

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 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

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