Dusty Road

The birds up high were singing their song,

A melody sweet, pure, and strong,

Their voices lifted up to the sky,

as on a dirt road I traveled by.

The scent of pine was in the air,

A fragrance fresh, pure and rare,

with each step I took on that old dirt road,

My heart was light, my spirit glowed.

For in that moment, I was truly free,

With nature all around, surrounding me,

in that place, so wild and free,

I found the peace that I longed to see.

The leaves, they chuckled, as the wind did blow,

I continue on my journey slow,

For in that moment, I learned what it meant,

on this old dusty road, to be content.


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