There is an easy path, to walk around the park,
and many race in pant and puff as if to finish first.
I like to wander in the grass with your hand in hold,
the feel of up the hill, then down in undulating motion.
There is a time for slow then fast, deep breathe
and feel the heart increasing
arms and legs in rhythmic pace repeating.
There is a place to plant a tree
to tuck it in, to fill it in.
There is a time to rest a spell,
then start another lap.
A fun exercise.
The smoke is my own…