Swiftly, silently, as if too much,






He walks until the evening rush.







The trains rasp, the people come,
As if immortal isn’t a must.
As if life is to fast for walking,
But walking is to slow a pace.
To get home to there families is yes, a must.
But walking is just a waist.
To enjoy the trees with their vibrant leaves,
Cascade to the vibrant ground.
For many leaves have already fallen,
Lying a colorful blanket a down.
For watching the flowers open,
To the wonderful spring sun.
To watch the snow swiftly sail to the ground,
Creating a cold breeze just for fun.
For the earth is too much for us people to handle,
Except for the ones who respect it.
For Mother Nature made all of it,
And yes, all of it is a must.
A must for us to enjoy it.
A must for us to explore it.
A must for us to see,
When we walk instead of run.