In the morning when I go,
Along that long and twisting road,
I take in nature's sweet and often overwhelming taste.
I see the scars caused by a distant past,
as I gaze upon a stand of trees,
all bearing that distinctive gash.
My gaze directs itself to the top of the high mountain,
seemingly unscathed by human interference.
As I journey closer,
I can see the lushness of the undergrowth,
and the astounding height of the mighty trees.
I am awed by the gentle bird's song,
perfectly in time with the brook's babbling.
Everything here is in perfect harmony,
and free from all worries.
As my little legs scamper up a tree,
I rest, fully content, after an inspiring day.