Walking

Walking gives me so much pleasure---Clipiti, clop, clop, clop!

Once I start walking, there’s no brake to make me stop.

Wind is in my ruffled hair, my mesmerized eyes are on the trees,

It’s fun to go walking, enjoying the sweet-scented breeze.

My heart goes wild with rapture; it goes in exuberance racing,

The atmosphere is so refreshing, exhilarating and so bracing!

My mind is free of all fetters; it escapes into the skies,

 Miles and miles, I go walking my thought unhindered flies.

I see the milling crowds around me, impersonal, indifferent;

I see the busy shops, and markets, in frenzy, effervescent.

But I go walking, walking-- relaxed, carefree and euphoric.

It’s a dream world of wonders, in which tranquility I seek.