On my walk
I meet smiling faces,
Though some are sad
Or even mad.
But most are glad
To fill stale lungs
With fine, fresh air.
I meet dogs that sniff
At my legs and hands —
They think it’s grand.
And people jogging
Or maybe texting –
It can be vexing
(Though I do it, too).
The air I breathe,
It plants a seed
Of nature in my heart.
I make a new start –
My brain rewired;
I’m now inspired.
clarakatalin 
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