A Walk in the Woods
Are you free to go on a walk with me
along the wooded trail?
Where bee balm, milkweed, and daisies sway
with Queen Anne’s: lacy and frail.
We’ll talk of life and hopes and woes
of love and following dreams.
We’ll stroll round the bend and over the bridge
that spans the rippling stream.
A walk outside is a colorful joy:
green grass, a royal blue sky.
But what I cherish most, you know,
Is chatting – just you and I.