Walks in the forest,
and talking along the way,
walking hand in hand.
The wind was blowing,
but it felt so clean and fresh;
I could really breathe.
Picking up the pace,
I felt I had the hills beat,
and truly I did.
Ragtime is playing,
syncopated rhythms fine,
even on guitar.
I’m feeling tired,
the heaviness descending,
brings it scattered dreams.
