A New Day

A New Day short poem

Photo by Tony A.

We hike till the bright sky turns to a murky night.
Smiling with delight as we hike.
Each of us filled to the brim with happiness, while enjoying life to the fullest.

We hike in delight and in dislike.
We hike in the day and in the night.
All around us we are
surrounded by nature.
Mother nature is showing of its colors of mint green, midnight blue, sunset orange, and lilac purple. Even while hiking into the unknown we tread on with a smile. With our leather boots trudging through the almost liquid mud. The bright sun shining down at us through towering pine trees. And the humid air of a blistering summer day.

After hours, we made it to our destination, and are now filled with delight. And there to greet us at the top is the sun and its jaw dropping colors of magenta, amber, and scarlet mixing into the seemingly never ending night sky.

But, as the bright sky turns to night, we smile and wave as we say our goodbyes, and as the sky turns to day again and soon comes another adventure for us hike.

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