Thru the Wood I Walk

Through the wood I walk; 
Being careful not 
To hit the trees; 
If you please. 
Through the wood I walk.

In the meadow where I run; 
Freely laughing, having fun. 
Nothing there to bar my way; 
Sunlit paths all seem to say, 
In the meadow where I run.

Life is just the same. 
You see it’s just a game. 
Same as meadow, wood, and all. 
Listen… Hear it call. 
Life is just the same.

R K Olson ©1988