How would you like to stroll down an old dirt road?
Basking in sunshine, soft breeze through your hair,
The stream's water whispering sweet nothings,
Oh, how I love to be there.
How would you like to breathe in lilac?
Purple lush sweet scented flowers,
Memories blooming through life’s many layers, New and old thoughts fill up the hours.
How would you like to watch the storm come
Cloud banks tower to the top of the sky,
Sunbeams fighting to be the silver lining,
As the tear ducts of nature open up and cry.
How would you like to wander down an old trail?
Sunset's stark shadows leading the way,
A choice murmuring through the pine tops,
Not even Frost could have dreamt up today.