the hike

Trees whisper melodic harmony
“Pshh…” —without a breath
Waving each to the next.
Who says trees can’t talk?

Leaves muster courage—
A leap of faith;
Breeze surfing, searching
For a new resting place.

The earth painted—
A sea of green
Highlighted with gold;
Adorned with light.

Rain-tattered trail—
Tightly trafficked, 
And narrow— as to Eternity
Ripples dance in liquid mirrors. 

Mysterious masked man
Friend or foe— 
Can’t tell. 
Humanity covered by mountains.

Blue badge of strangeness—
They call it courage.
A veil between Man and Nature. 
“Pshh…” —who says trees can’t talk?

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