Take my hand.
Walk with me along life’s path,
Through fields of grazing sheep,
Toward the summit’s splendour.
Loaded down with picnic hamper;
Basket full of snacks and treats
That we can share along life’s way;
Our onward, upward hike.
Rest for lunch upon the peak;
Gaze out from the summit,
As far as eyes can see,
And look toward our future.
Wait until the crowds have gone;
The tourist walkers leave;
Then you and I shall rest, alone,
In private solitude.
Our peaceful idyll,
Under bright blue skies
With dappled shade from clouds on high,
Calms our troubled hearts.
You and I, finding peace,
Sitting, resting, talking, thinking,
Of philosophy and poetry,
Of life, and what we’ve made it.
Descend as evening starts to fall,
With shadows growing longer.
Walk with me, along life’s path,
And conquer hills together.