Zen

I walk on the mud 

I smell the bamboo

The serenity of nature surrounds me 

An orchestra of birds chirp

As the water flows, hitting pebbles

I smell the salt from the creek

I hear the air rustle through the trees

As I go on 

I Inhale alpine air 

The Sun gleams down upon me 

I feel the heat 

While the blue sky hovers above me