I hiked along a forest trail.
A cold stream was racing by.
Majestic firs shaded the way.
I was one with nature that day.
As I climbed, I spotted a stag.
Off the trail it was alone and proud.
A snapping branch broke the silence.
Alerted to danger, the deer was gone.
I felt ashamed for its sudden departure.
The friend of nature was lost in arrogant pride.
One careless footfall was all it took.
William Wayne Smith
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