The sky is awash with a golden glow
I step in the woods for my evening stroll
I ramble along the trails tree-lined
With no destination or pursuit in mind
I sway to the nightingale's lilting tunes
Alongside the trees and flowers in bloom
I drift and float on the gentle breeze
Like dainty butterflies and falling leaves
I pass by a fawn and its mother deer
Playing on a green patch without fear
I feed it some grass I plucked on the way
And watch in content as it chomps it away
On some turns I lose the trail I'm on
And land in a bramble bush of thorn
But the way back always finds me somehow
The pain of the prick never lasts long
Through paths that wind with elegant grace
Around the woods like delicate lace
My feet are led in such an easy glide
That I am unaware of the passing time
Now the sun has set, my breath heavy
I finally sit down to rest my feet
I then realize that I'm not far gone
From the very place where I had begun
I smile with joy as I close my eyes
And the evening flashes through my mind
A serene peace fills my heaving breath
I hope I feel the same on my death bed
