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the Burning Trail In the burning valley, under burning skies, There lay a burning trail, burning old and frail. The whistling wind, humid and hot, Makes the twisting path even harder to climb.
Sneakers laced up tight, Water bottle filled to fullest height. It may take a drive short or long but Always, I long to take a hike. Nature beckons me to explore;
Stop!Look around.Look at your surroundings.You are in the middle,The middle of your journey.Far enough to see where you came from,But not close enough to see the end.Walk slowly. Why rush ? You don't even know your final destination. Life is not
impressions left upon grounddigging deep into the earthwalk on the narrow pathjourney alone, deep in the woodswarm air fills my lungs deep breath inand out
As the sun goes down our journey starts and our feet begin to wander For hours and hours we hike, and over countless trails we ponder The journey is long and its not easy, its nothing but sweat and blood for miles