Retire

To go through entire days
without any agenda in mind
come face-to-face with nature
all other meetings declined

The only decision to make perhaps
is about what one might have to eat
to stare at a blade of grass
or the water lapping at your feet

To trod on hidden paths
amongst the foliage green
to look at pristine wonders
untouched, solitary, unseen

The End

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