Barefoot on the wooded trail, two almost strangers ambled.
The thoughts escaped their daily rail, the conversation rambled.
The dappled sun on forest floor alit the gentle pair.
Each unforced topic begging more, new ideas yet to share.
A bed of moss as soft as air
They sat upon the ground
And circumnavigating there,
A joyous, barking hound.
And as is true of all grand days
there had to come an end
The strangers long had parted ways,
They said goodbye as friends.