Walking

Walking

I just walked down the road
Over the ridge, and down the beaten paths
The hard soil felt like concrete beneath my feet
Softened by the occasional patch of grass
The river ran quite slowly, as the wind was very still
And no birds really wanted to swim today,
No geese, ducks nor swans,
Very tranquil indeed.

I sometimes like it like this,
Just walking, observing the natural things,
It’s a bit relaxing, and very simple
I’m not so simple,
And life in general is everything but
Does that mean it is unnatural?

I just walked today, a few miles in total
Past rivers and bridges and roads and wells,
Past people and rabbits, birds and bugs
And then I just sat on a pier,
My feet dangling in the water,
My shoes still on, just for fun.
And I watched the heron talk to the fish
Apologising for eating his brother,
And that it was all a very confusing time for him,
Then the heron flew off, only to circle down again
Snatching up a screaming fish, I think his name was Herbert.
Is that unnatural too?