The trail circles back to itself,
no real destination in mind.
It ebbs and flows, over and under,
around the natural divine.
Cirlcling. Round again. I think I saw that tree.
Say hi again. We meet, my friend. As I keep circling
again. Round and round. Until it’s done. At least the view has changed.
The flowers bloomed. The grasses grew. The trees are taller, too.
I keep circling. Around again. Crossing the trickling stream.
Keeping up a steady pace. Stopping to look at things. Butterflies
and dandelions. Clouds and trees.
Birds and spiders. Things that fly higher.
What are those insects there?
The path leads to all these things. Delightful to explore.