Even a lonely walk feels like you are surrounded,
A lonesome road feels crowded.
Only if you can turn on all your senses,
And break down all your defenses.
The woods, they speak to you, they love you,
All they need is your respect.
They want you to be a part of you,
A harmonious life, in effect.
As you walk through, see them, feel them,
I bet, you will subconsciously smile.
And keep going, no matter how far,
And you are sure to cherish every mile.
