I’m no Robert Frost, But...
Someday I'll wander off the beaten track,
Through paths forgotten forged in sand,
Chasing wisps of pink and clementine,
Leaving dreaded fears behind.
I'll watch dew drops glisten on tender wildflower petals,
As sunlight streaks through purple peaks
I'll sing with bluebirds perched on towering birches,
And breathe in the sweet scent of blissful peace
~In that moment, I'll be glad I wandered off the beaten track~
Phew, that was fun!
I came across this breathtaking view on an unplanned evening stroll, and one thing led to another, and I managed to jot this down.
It's been a while since I wrote anything like this, felt nice to be at it again!