Wisdom of Nature

The asphalt is hard under my bare feet
I glide over it, jogging like a ballerina
Oof, there’s a pebble!
I grin because I know my trail is near

Up the hill I go
Slipping in the moist soil
Hands and feet are dirty
The trees welcome me back

I’m a guest in this home
My hosts are welcoming
Gratitude comes naturally
For I’m in the presence of greatness

I’ve heard the trees are wise
I do not doubt it
I’m comforted by their presence
I caress that pebble on my way back home