Two Walks

On my walk in the country,
I might see a deer;
Or a fox or a bear
Might from hiding appear.

And aside from the birdsong,
I won’t hear a sound
But my footsteps or leaves
As they crunch on the ground.

When I stroll in the city,
It’s noisy and loud.
I’m never alone
But just one of a crowd.

The vista keeps changing
Each minute, each day.
There’s so much to see
As I go on my way.

I like both my walks;
They’re the yang and the yin
And together they balance
What’s roiling within.