Still I Wander

Still wandering after hours, through fallen leaves and tired trees

I cannot help but marvel at the unseen hand that molded these

Lightly do I tread as the day turns into dusk

Even the swans will soon be still, their white wings closed by trust

Nestled in the long reeds, the stars above them start to glow

Closing off the day for now, rest comes to all below

Ere the moon appears amidst the sky, my feet shall turn and I must go.