I walked down the old worn path,
Like I had so many times before,
Following in the footsteps of someone I could not recognize.
Head down, I trudged on with direct purpose,
On this day, though, some color caught my eye,
Pink and violet burst through my gray world,
Wildflowers dancing in the calm vernal breeze,
Swaying and bouncing ringing in the day,
My heart felt light,
As I watched them sway.
After pausing for a long while,
I moved on to walk another mile,
But my world was no longer gray as the flowers danced in my head, leaving me with peace and a smile.
