Hiking

Talking about hiking and the fact we should choose our own ways

Hiking
Up the hills I went,
Breathing the forest scent.
Water rushing down the stream,
Under the spraying sun beam.
I reached a point,
Where two roads joint.
I shot a questioning glance
To my dog for a chance.
Instead, she wagged her long, brushy tail,
And shook her head with a tired wail.
I shrugged and went for a random one,
What will hurt if I'm just gonna have some fun.
So, up the hills I went,
Breathing the forest scent...