Tracks

I have passed through this track a few times

I am sure of where it leads

If I touch that picker bark tree

I am almost certain I'll bleed

I use this stick to anchor my steps

Now the hill isn't that steep,after all

Though, I dare not balance on that beam

Because there is a high chance I'll fall

The tree by the river has a ribbon

So I'll just keep walking this track

My eyes scan the ground for mapepires

And wild animals that might attack

Sometimes I feel a bit lost here

Unsure if to turn left or right

But the bush is so beautiful

So pristine from hominids

I might just lay here for the night

What is the name of that bird

with the weird rattling song?

There is no one to judge me here

I might as well shout along

Do you hear the whisper of trees

Or even the aching of woods

Us hominids are so self-absorbed

I'm certain very few of us could

Orchids and blue butterflies

Are still pretty much out of sight

Alas another ribbon ahead

I guess I ought not to turn right 

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