A Walk Alone Poem by Tanner Leming
A Walk Alone
Walking through the forest,
Looking at the tree,
Listening to the gentle,
buzzing of the bees.
Ever so slowly,
I walk on no path,
Watching ever step I take,
Hoping that it lasts.
I see the birds flying,
Soaring through the breeze,
Un in the sky,
Floating with ease.
Walking in the forest,
Is my favorite thing to do,
It gives me time to think,
Of the next thing I'll do.
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