I found the lyrics below from a Navajo north American Indian song and they touched me.
They seemed to fit the images taken on my phone on our trip to the south rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona.
They could equally apply to walks around the green lanes of home in soft rain, or padding outside bare foot in my dewy garden early on a summer’s day.
Beauty is before me
And beauty behind me,
Beauty is above me
And beauty below me,
I am surrounded by it
I am immersed in it.
In youth I am aware of it
And in old age I shall walk quietly
The Beautiful Trail.