A walk in the woods, Is not all that I need, But it’s one of many. In winter, it’s quiet. The snow absorbs All the noise, and Most birds have left. This leaves me Feeling peaceful. In spring, it’s muddy. The snow falls and Switches over to rain. Things start to turn Green--my favorite color. I stop my walk, To enjoy the sunlight Through new leaves. In summer, it’s humid, And storms are coming. It’s sunny when I leave, But cumulonimbus clouds show up, and lightning strikes I’m excited And feel invigorated. In autumn, it’s crisp. The cool air sends a chill, And colorful leaves litter The forest floor. They crunch With each step. With much vigilance, I listen to critters scatter About, getting ready To be quiet. So regardless of season, I will walk, I will observe, I will feel, And I will ponder.