I walked along the winding trail,
the dog running before me,
my wife next to me.
With cliffs to one side,
and a river to the other.
Tall grasses, as tall as me.
And evergreen trees, everywhere.
The wind blew gentle,
as grey clouds drifted by,
and I pondered existence.
Poetry
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What a nice mental image! The descriptions are so simple and gentle, and I hope that the pondering went well. The poem is short but sweet.