A Walk in the Park
By Elida Ambriz
In a stroll of the
dirt path trail stepping between the
maze of roots and stones
Slithering left and right.
Hoping not to get lost in
the voyage of the forest,
the dirt path is as upcoming fog
It seems clear then fades again.
All the birds are getting quiet
the jumping squirrels hidden in the trees.
Looking through all the direction of what a compass has,
Where did everyone go?
The roaring lions suddenly
moving the giants up above.
A chill going across one's back,
knowing that is not just roaring wind.
Hurrying! To finish the path
the scent of water
strengthens as the taste
getting closer to the end.