The Walk

Go out for a walk,

Feeling good, don’t mind the clock.

Frosty air, it’s getting dark,

Pick the pace up through the park.

Look ahead, it’s hard to see,

Although you know where you will be.

You feel the path and find a way,

It won’t be smooth, but that’s okay.

Because as long as you keep steady,

Much comes your way if you are ready.