Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring strangr, with no one to love, nothing to live for.

As i struggle for my life’s path i wonder why no one cares to live for the future.

I am a lonely wanderer with nothing to do that can pass my time of being alone.

I am asking myself why i’m a searching wanderer, searching to grasp and caress.

I am sitting here on the porch of an old, abandoned, log cabin listening to the sounds of nature. The birds singing, he crickets chirping to find their true love.

I realize that I am not alone, I have many things around me to care for, the beauty of the forest around me, all the animals playing, and having fun.

I start looking at life from a new perspective, a greatful, humble perspective.
I have learned to love life and be greatful for what i have.

I find my self kneeling at the bank of a rushing stream just listening to the pure sound of peacefulness it brings.

I am not searching anymore for that something to care for. I have found my true love, it’s nature, pure and soothing to my soul.

Poor Wayfaring Stranger

Peter L

Salt Lake City, United States

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