When I walk
I slow
I see the empty bird feeder
The crumpled leaves against a fence
The discarded chew toy near the dozing dog
To walk
To breathe
To feel the air on my skin and in my hair
To walk is to know
When I walk
I slow
I see the empty bird feeder
The crumpled leaves against a fence
The discarded chew toy near the dozing dog
To walk
To breathe
To feel the air on my skin and in my hair
To walk is to know
