Roads lead directly forward

towards a destination that doesn’t matter

Small rocks have eroded away from the surface

that crunch beneath each step

While the crisp rustling of leaves joins the soundscape

Casual conversations between two or three speak calmly 

about things that don’t matter

It just sounds along in nice rhythms 

making the way even more pleasant

Birds echo their sharp calls from anywhere

Coming into view for a short moment 

darting out of sight just as quickly as they came

The walk is over in a moment

Meaning nothing except a path between

But it meant everything now