I often took walks down the long, open road

To savor and cherish the nature I saw

Of beautiful scenery, among it had been sowed

By the aged house of my dear old grandpa

 

I would frolic through fall leaves, enjoyed hearing them crunch

It was the flora and fauna and a natural hunch

The wind through my hair and the feeling felt rare

Generating the arena of an early morning paradise

 

Steam sizzled up from its river and graced its flow

And spread to soften the beginning of snow

Creating dew drops like tears on a newly mowed lawn

Embracing a lung full of the first crack of dawn

 

The continuous hiss of a diminishing campfire

filled my ear drums

sung a song in my heart

painted a smile on my face

told me the power of mother nature’s grace

 

So I kept taking walks down the long, open road

To savor and cherish the nature I saw

Of the beautiful scenery, among it had been sowed

By the aged house of my dear old grandpa

 

During summers I’d visit, in the rolling hills I would hide

Grandpa’d teach me how to fly a kite

Oh, how it would glide

It made me think that if others took time to see what I saw

They’d watch and whisper and wonder in awe

 

When I’d lay on the prickly grass

Resting on the tip of nature’s toothbrush

The sensation of the soft greenery shaved the skin off my body

The slight breeze chilled my bones and exposed my core

So the rest of my body lay in complete harmony

With the loveliness of the earth I adore

 

But then sales increased

And then the visiting ceased

The woods were cut down

The size of my jungle decreased

The land a part of a new vision

Receding to a business occupation

So no longer could the trees whisper thoughts in the breeze

No longer could I hear the leaves crunch secrets near my ears

 

But I remember

 

I remember, when I took those walks on that long, open road

To savor and cherish the nature I saw

On the beautiful scenery, among it had been sowed

By that aged, old house of my dear old grandpa