Along the journey I tend to look ahead
I look forward to the trees and the lakes
Not realizing the beautiful flower I stepped over
My eyes drift to the clouds and the sun
Whilst missing the pink pebble below me
I listen to the birds loud song
Missing the message of the winds blow
I find myself looking for the destination
Or the stops along the way
Overpassing all the beauty of the little things
A wishing flower
A small pebble
A whisper from the winds
I miss the journey of my travels
So by the time Iv reached my destination
It’s too late to make a wish
To pick up the pebble
To hear natures words
I find myself wondering
What’s more important
The destination
Or the journey
11 pm poetry 