Sometimes a man has to feel,
Just to know that he has arrived.
To feel the cold crisp air in your lungs,
Gives a sharp pain to the throat.
It can help you keep real
and aware of what the true danger is:
missing out on what has been placed before you.
Rain beckoning a colder afternoon,
Not a man within sight of the eye.
The trees speak tones louder,
and if one listens,
both to the trees and his own heart,
He can find God wherever he goes.
