The Hiker

 

When the sun gleams against the mountains, the birds begin to glow,

singing sons of innocence. Squirrels frolic in the heat,

toppling on one another, dancing to their own beat. A row

 

of ants climb up, up, up, trading coarseness of bark for coolness (the chill)

of fresh morning leaves. Dew dries away, fog begins to form,

the sun creates a whole new world, ready to explore. Warm

air rises fast from heavy lungs as the hiker climbs the hill,

 

he looks to the tress and smiles. A brand new day, a fresh start.

He removes his jacket and his bag, places them on the leaves.

He watches the sun rise in the sky, dangle above the trees,

knowing it will only last moments before having to part.