Walk with me; don’t just walk me, Feel the world as I feel it to be. Slow your steps, let time unwind, There’s wonder here if you’re inclined.
The autumn chill, crisp and rare, Carries whispers in the air. Leaves crunch beneath my eager paws, Each one a tale, each scent a cause.
A squirrel darts, its heart a drum, The wind hums tunes from where it’s come. Traces linger, faint yet true— A cat, a flower, a morning dew.
You tug the leash, your thoughts elsewhere, Yet the world is calling, rich and fair. The sun spills gold through branch and bough, Its fleeting beauty whispers “now.”
Hear the leaves, their rhythm sweet, Like nature’s music at our feet. Feel the air, cool, alive, This is where our souls revive.
For me, this walk is a grand parade, An endless story freshly made. Each scent, each sound, a vivid clue, A tapestry of life in view.
So pause a while, let stillness reign, Feel the earth and shed the strain. Walk with me, don’t just walk me, Discover the magic I long for you to see.
