Although the trees stand familiar
Waiting for me to pass
They have moved some they seem to say
Counting their steps
In their own way.
And I reach down and find your hand
As if it had always been there
Waiting for me to find my way back
Waiting for me to continue this walk
Along the stream side
And through the woodland deep
Cooled by yesterday’s rain
And warmed by windows
Of this day’s sun.
There are no blazes on this trail…
We will have to find our own way.