Some hike for answers
others climb to ask more questions and a few wander for no reason at all Yet all these stepping souls find a simple serenity in humanity's most courageous endeavor The walk For we brazen bipeds stand erect gazing beyond the fallow fields Simply waiting for the passing breeze to finally announce our locomotive lullaby For sing we must with our two found feet Making peace with the trees as they join in for the jam and dance with the rain as it drips on soaking drums A musical movement created by feet to be heard by hearts after one bold choice to stand up and walk
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