Green Grass and Blue Skies
I can’t remember where I was travelling when I wrote this. I was on a train through the English countryside, wishing I was walking. I love walking, it is where I can clear my head when it is being too noisy for me to sit inside, and where I feel I meet with the Divine. For some reason I never learn that getting out walking regularly keeps me on an even keel, so I keep finding myself wishing I was in the hills somewhere.
Green grass and blue skies
Rolling past the window pane
Making me want to walk again
To find what lies beyond the hill
At the horizon’s edge
To see the world move still
Green grass and blue skies
Rolling past the window pane
Making me want to walk again
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The Lonely Recluse