Walking It Out

Sunrise break

Walking It Out

Oftentimes I walk alone

To listen to my musings

Taking in all around me

Looking for all the new things

Gazing at the world around

The things, places, and people

This is what I most worship

Where I would place the steeple

Roving, watching, being free

I see how much we all mean

Tiny parts to make a whole

Each struggling to be seen

Together we become strong

United, how we belong

nature poetry
Christopher O'Sullivan
Christopher O'Sullivan
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