Time was when I felt the need,

to roam across that fast moving stream,

walk through that broad field of tall grass,

climb that rocky outcrop,

amble through the dense forest,

stroll down that winding path,

and wade out into the rising surf.

Now I feel the contentment.

To listen to the clouds roll above my head,

the bees work their way from flower to flower,

the tree branches wave and dip, and

the grass move slowly,

bending to the rhythm of the breeze.