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……..