The Wasteful Traveler

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