It was early upon a Saturday morning
In the beginnings of spring
An early April walk undertaken
The journey made to the local woods
A forest walk with the dogs
Set in the calm and splendor
The sun slowly burnt it's way
Through the late evenings mist
Every picture a perfect postcard
The serenity and beauty found
And a walk undertaken with pleasure
Ode to the joy of mother nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A soothing poem, those walks do rejeuvinate the soul.