Not all walks are the same.
Maybe you go,
with the intent to burn calories—
Your music is on,
You're not paying attention
To what's going on,
around you.
Maybe you don’t recognize,
the flora and fauna,
so, you ignore them.
After all, we only cherish,
what we pay attention to.
I don’t go walking
To lose weight.
I don’t listen to music—
because I want to hear
nature’s melody.
I’ve honed lovingly,
my nature-knowledge,
that’s where my focus lies.
Suppose I pass above bush—
to many, it’s just a plant,
but to me, it’s a gardenia,
I inhale the fragrant flower,
enjoying aromatherapy.
I spot the mantis.
my mind whispers: camouflage,
and food chain,
only then, I move on.
For this mindfulness,
each nature walk,
is a sensory fun.
About the Creator
Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Comments (3)
This is me also... I notice everything with intent to notice everything. This is lovely- well done! 😊☀️🌙❤️
The way you tell your story the reader feels therewith you ♦️♦️♦️
When I am walking around, I am usually looking at the clouds or listening and finding the birds that are around and just doing just that -- listening. Good job.