The Walk

Out in the open air,
Walking without any care.
I admire the beauty around me,
As I pass under a Redwood tree.
Seeing the world with an open heart,
I realize that it was hard to part.
I don't want to leave this place,
And I won't, without a tear streaming down my face.

I want to be a part of it all.
I want a piece of it, until I fall.
But for now, I am content.
For to heaven I have been sent.