Walk with nature.
A picture poem for the www.flickr.com/groups/myfuji/ group.
I felt the hand of nature, guide me along the track,
The birdsong calling, with beautiful airs,
No thoughts of turning back.
The buds, bursting, the ice, gone, the browns were turning green,
The sounds the smell, the feeling of joy,
The likes I hadn't seen.
The sun's warm breath encouraged me, dispelling any cold,
Spring was around the corner,
I know, as I was told.