Gentle Breeze...

A wanderer is wandering along a curvy path,
he just walks and walks and never stops.
He is scared if he stops, he'll never walk again,
for he is tired, very tired he is.

But what if he stayed if only for a minute,
to sit in the soft, green grass?
To smell the flowers, to feel the gentle breeze,
to hear the twittering birds.

Can't that give som strength to a wanderer,
give some lighness to his heart?
You can never know, 'cause he'll never stop,
he's to scared to stop walking, you know.