Pilgrimage

i am planning a pilgrimage with a friend and this is the poem im reciting at the end!

With every step we take on mother nature's ground,

I hear the birds sing, and it's a beautiful sound.

Golden light beams down from the sky,

I feel so free almost like I can fly.

The hustle and bustle of life feels so far away,

Out of reach where it should stay.

These paths are endless, 

Yet I could keep walking forever;

I am drifting in the breeze, 

I feel as light as a feather. 

The wind in our hair,

Floral aromas in the air,

Not a worry or a care,

This is the life of a pilgrim.