Pretty day,
today.
You and I,
we walk,
nodding hello to the world
as we pass it by.
'Take your time,'
the trees whisper,
'we're in no hurry
and will be here when you get back.'
Our feet follow a familiar path,
the only one they know,
and that for a split-second will lead us
directly into the sun.
We walk slowly,
admiring the way that
on pretty days like these
time slows down
to look back on its work
and smile.