I’m on a leisurely journey
And not a single soothsayer could tell
the ideas I might encounter
or the memories invoked by smell
I’m on a leisurely journey
My footsteps fall in the woods
The branches sway in breezes gay
a-mong boles that formerly stood
I’m on a leisurely journey
and my course must now resume
A frantic head may be full of dread
but creation is my boon..
ScrutinyInFaith 