Do you listen to the silence? It whispers as I stand
As well as though I stroll alone, it appears, I like to walk the land.
Are you not scared available? The question usually is heard.
And also though my voice the only one, I hear much more than words.
The audio of wind as well as bush and sand, the crunch of old grit ...
And after that the blink of reptile's eye as below in quiet I sit.
Remote thunder signals me, from darker worlds above ...
As I do widen my arms, praising kinship with the sky.
Do you not feel tired? So many miles away ...
My strength seems more powerful as I stroll, the pleasure's in the play.
Are you fear you'll shed your means? With canyons tailed deep ...
Oh no, but if I tire, the stars will lead my sleep.
The evening stars as high as my friend, as moonlight is my mantle ...
That night sounds then a lullaby, the comet's eye my candle.
Aurora provides me grandeur, awakening to the day ...
Coyote tracks have re-occurred, the feline has passed my method.
Cooling waters from the stream, toppling from the mount ...
A lot of wonders all over, far more than one can count.
Mystery envelopes me, no matter where I am...
Such miracles of which I'm component, therefore ... I stroll the land
Beautiful words sir