As the Earth Walks, So Do I©️ by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

How often do you walk or run?

How often do you walk or run?
They ask me with the morning sun.
I smile beneath the sky so wide,
And whisper, “Daily, I still glide.”

I walk where silver dewdrops gleam,
Through waking woods that hum and dream.
The path is soft with moss and lore,
Where time forgets what came before.

I used to run — oh, like the breeze!
Through fields that danced with laughing trees.
But now my joints, with age imbued,
Prefer a gentler altitude.

No longer chased by ticking clocks,
I wander slow with clever fox.
The earth and I, we share a song —
A rhythm where the old belong.

The birds don’t care how fast I go,
The moon still finds me, soft and slow.
I walk with wonder, soul undone —
For walking now is how I run.