Peace to think.

There has always been awe
When I walk with nature
The colored birds songs and squawk
Insects with their own behavior

The crunch underneath my feet
And the rhythm of my breath
The smell of something sweet
Become heavier with every step

Every step I take brings my closer
To the thought of evolution
And what it was like
Before human population

Following the trail, As I trail my thoughts
All men fail, When prayers are sought.

Everything that you see will Die alone
Birds, bees, mammals, fish
I’m not sorry, you should have known
There’s no such thing as a dying wish

Time isn’t limitless
Yet we’re here, still existing
Though nothing is infinite
Perhaps we, are wishful thinking..