Sometimes it is easy
To walk away…….
Let the wilderness wonder
At the noise you made……
To not pretend
But look upward with pride…….
And not let the treehouse know
What you decide…..
It is sometimes very enlightening
To shun every belief…..
Very refreshing
To be very brief……
So often the night is not dark
When you are its earnest traveller
and when you hit upon the morning rays
You are born anew;
Out of darkness………into crisp days……..
