Sometimes we leave our guide behind, but our guide never really leaves us. |
As the day begun All I thought of was fun Certainly not of fun alone And certainly not alone in my home Mountains, oceans, gentle breeze Rivers, landscape, gaint trees My path, my route mapped by nature My guide and companion, O what pleasure It took but seconds to step in place Of the tracks of nature I set to trace Tall long green grass stood blocking my way With my matchete, to bushwalking right away Legs in hiking boots leading me calmly To a herd of martens grazing freely O suddenly, what a sight At the awareness of my presence, what a flight After them as one with no cares Like a child unknown to fears In my race nature left me How could it be known I was feeling free Excitements all gone I knew I was done Out I called to my dear nature But no answer to my very displeasure Darkness all around In fear's chains I was bound Soaked in tears all alone Wondering if my sins I could atone The night passed but I stayed Not wanting to be prey, I prayed Morning came, with what, wondered I "Salvation" nature's voice heard I It's now clear, I'll never be forsaken But His grace for granted must not be taken |