On aching feet, I survey the land,
I take in the scenery,
I take in the trees,
and the rivers and the streams,
and the air that envelopes me where I stand,
and on aching feet such visions in my eyes do fill my mind,
for I have ambled,
and rambled across the fields,
and gently trod the earth,
the glorious Earth and how beautiful it is,
the creator of nature,
the creator of man and of all time and worth,
and yes, I am bombarded with magical vision,
and my senses are overloaded,
and filled with such lightness of mood,
lightness of mood,
that in my mind creates such sparks.
And no matter on aching feet when I explore,
I feel and sense,
and feel so many things,
That there really is no struggle to be happy,
for it is a joy to be upon the earth,
and to exist,
for in every precious second and in every minute,
and in every hour and in every day,
every week, every month and year that we are alive,
it is a wonder,
and no matter, whether on aching feet,
I am grateful to be here in all weathers,
and both day and night,
and in all weathers, and under the clouds and the skies,
how great life is with such inspiration,
that thrills us and that captures our hearts,
and bring smiles and tears to our eyes.
