I drive upon an old withered road
heading toward the unseen
I am not concerned with where I start
My only curiosity lies with where it will end
I gather my gear and accept my fate is set.
Placing One foot upon the path,
I start to embrace the simple loss of time.
Glancing around this world I find myself
looking for new things to experience
Things that are far to beautiful to describe.
I stumble along the roots and and leaves
Grabbing new images and musings
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my cheeks
I foolishly stare up to the sky to see clouds
as they form pictures while floating by
I notice I'm closer to the end, my heart races,
I am excited, but scared for it is inevitable
with one step I can face my fear
with one breath I turn towards the breeze
and open my eyes
The end was always the beginning
and the beginning was always the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. I love to hike in the mountains and experience the wonders of nature. The last two lines are great.