A picnic and a poem.

Go on a picnic

take a hike.

it doesn't matter if you tread on foot or bike.

The wind is waiting to speak to you.

Although words are few,

it stirs within your soul something anew.

The birds are fluttering to and fro,

singing a happy song wherever they go.

There are rocks to explore

and bugs to treasure hunt for.

Flowers to gather

or clouds to daydream about...if you'd rather.

Whatever your heart's desire happens to be,

step outside and allow your eyes to see.