A walk outside is good for the soul
Before the rain, before the cold,
Before the bite of wind and snow,
And what we do or do not know.
To wander down a colored street
Of pocked and crunchy, musky leaves
And know that all creation breathes The balmy scent that nature gives;
To troubled heart and torpid breast;
And thoughts, unsettled, find release;
And gives the spirit sweetened rest.
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