My Walks

by Emilee DeFrancesco

The wind whispers my name.
The sun calls me outside.
Flowers smile as I walk by.
My shoes pound onward.
The trees protect me from sight.
Rocks stare as I sit in the comforting shade.
The shade shields me from the glaring sun.
Everyday as I go on my walks.

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