Wandering Peace Poem by Micron Jan

I step through dappled morning light,
Feet brushing moss, soft and bright.
The trail hums low beneath my stride,
With every step, the world grows wide.

Leaves murmur secrets as I pass,
Sun warms the edges of the grass.
A river ripples, cool and clear,
Its song draws me a little near.

Birdsong flickers through the trees,
Carried gently on the breeze.
With each footfall, my thoughts release,
Each step a quiet, walking peace.

No rush, no worry, just the way
The earth unfolds beneath the day.
I wander on, my spirit light,
In nature's arms, all feels right.