unaccompanied
forging ahead
through the sweet-smelling thicket
the sounds of silence
your friend
anxieties
no longer exist
resistance
to change
flows far
oft in the distance
the wind
sings through the trees
a lullaby made of reveries
no longer
a weary wanderer
no longer
a soul without hope
nature’s gift
to lift
your spirit
as you trek
through the flowered fields
This is wonderful, Gwynneth! Thank you for pairing your beautiful heart and words with my photo!