Ode to the Trail: A Trekker‘s Ballad16

The dawn unfurls, a painter's hand,
Across the canvas, sky and land.
A whisper stirs, the wind awakes,
And through the trees, a pathway breaks.
My boots laced tight, my pack secured,
A silent promise, nature's word.
To tread the trail, to leave behind
The city's hum, the restless mind.

The path ascends, a ribbon thin,
Where sun-dappled leaves begin
To weave a tapestry, green and gold,
A story whispered, ages old.
Each step I take, a measured beat,
The rhythm of my wandering feet.
The earth beneath, a solid friend,
On this adventure, without end.

The scent of pine, a fragrant balm,
A soothing touch, a tranquil calm.
The chattering stream, a silver thread,
Meandering on, where secrets spread.
Wildflowers bloom, a vibrant hue,
A splash of colour, fresh and new.
A monarch butterfly takes flight,
A fleeting glimpse, a pure delight.

The sun climbs high, a fiery eye,
Observing me, as I pass by.
The sweat beads form, a gentle rain,
A testament to sun and strain.
But in my heart, a joyful song,
As I press onward, strong and long.
The challenges met, the trials passed,
A sense of triumph, built to last.

Midday arrives, a golden hour,
The sun ablaze, with all its power.
I seek a respite, cool and deep,
Beneath a shade, where secrets sleep.
A simple lunch, a crust of bread,
A moment's pause, before I tread
The path anew, with renewed might,
To conquer heights, and bathe in light.

The afternoon descends, a gentle slope,
A slower pace, a calmer hope.
The shadows lengthen, long and deep,
As nature's secrets, softly sleep.
The air grows cool, a welcome breeze,
That rustles softly through the trees.
The colours shift, a fading grace,
A tranquil beauty, time and space.

The summit reached, a vista grand,
A boundless view, across the land.
Mountains rise, in majesty,
A panorama, wild and free.
The valleys spread, a patchwork green,
A breathtaking, wondrous scene.
A moment held, in silent awe,
Nature's grandeur, and its law.

The sun descends, a fiery kiss,
Painting the sky, with shades of bliss.
Orange and purple, red and gold,
A masterpiece, forever told.
The stars emerge, a twinkling sight,
Embracing darkness, with their light.
The moon ascends, a silver gleam,
Reflecting softly, in the stream.

The path descends, a winding way,
As twilight deepens, day gives way.
The night descends, a velvet cloak,
The sounds of nature, softly spoke.
The owls call out, a haunting cry,
Beneath the vast and starlit sky.
The crickets chirp, a gentle sound,
As peace and quietness abound.

The campfire glows, a welcome sight,
A beacon burning, in the night.
The flames dance high, a vibrant show,
Casting shadows, to and fro.
The warmth it gives, a soothing grace,
A comforting embrace.
A mug of tea, a simple fare,
Reflecting on the day, with care.

The stars above, a million bright,
Illuminating the peaceful night.
The Milky Way, a silver stream,
A cosmic wonder, and a dream.
I lie and gaze, in silent prayer,
For all the beauty, beyond compare.
The wilderness, a sacred space,
A place of solace, time and grace.

The morning comes, a gentle light,
Chasing away the shadows of night.
I wake refreshed, my spirit free,
Ready to face what's meant to be.
The trail awaits, a journey new,
Adventures beckon, me and you.
For in the wild, my soul finds peace,
A tranquil joy, that will not cease.

So let us walk, on trails untold,
Where nature's stories are unrolled.
Let's find our path, and make our way,
And cherish every passing day.
For in the woods, and on the hills,
Our hearts find rest, and spirit thrills.
The call of the wild, a siren's song,
Forever echoing, strong and long.

2025-03-16

Previous：Yoyo‘s Outdoor Fishing Adventures: Techniques, Gear, and the Thrill of the Catch

Next：Hot Girl Summer: Conquering the Great Outdoors and Landing the Big One