NaPoWriMo- 0

Tripping along lightly, hither and yon,
A smile on the lips, a head filled with song.

No dangers on the road ahead to be seen,
Time to smell the flowers, to skip, to daydream.

Basking in the beauty, the warmth of the sun,
What are you running towards?  Or running away from?

Are there people who worry, who miss you at home?
While you laugh it off, and frolic and roam?

The universe, you trust, will see to your needs.
While you skip along, airy, light as a breeze.