Walking

Walking

Past the trees I go,
Light pours from God’s Wound,
Adolescent’s Paintings are shown,
Runners run, Dogs bark,
As I walk.

Crisp air follows,
A fresh scent leads up my nostril,
Inhale and Exhale the wondrous smells,
Of this fine earth. I say.
Babies cry, Adults sigh,
As I walk.

Darkness descends,
Shifting the evening to night,
Trees talk loud and soft to each other,
Careful not to wake Father Time,
God cries once more,
Spraying tears across earth,
Grass dances beneath my feet,
As I walk.