On our daily walk,
we follow the same worn trails,
make the same turns,
and pass the same trees.
That pond is empty,
covered with algae.
That one is home to
busy and noisy muskrats.
So many times we have
have come this way
that I follow the dogs
as they know where to go
which trail to take
which hill to climb.
Yet this is a new day
filled with nature
and there are infinite mysteries
in each leaf and grain of sand.
