Leaving nothing but footprints
As I move through the woods
Taking nothing but photo's
Of the places I've stood
Walking through many places
Where the wildlife has trod
Occasional faces
Appear from the sod
Feeding the many
Sharing the land
Walking together, with you
Hand in hand
Nothing as beautiful
Strikes me this way
The pleasure of nature
Around us each day
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