Come celebrate with me 
as we walk down the path 
to the meadow, to the sea, 
to the sidewalk and asphalt 
cracked, lush or barren.

There is beauty underfoot. 
Step by step 
one leads to one 
surefooted or deeply rooted.

Come celebrate with me: 
air in our lungs 
a sound on the tip of our tongue 
a warm smile 
a steady hand of support 
a sure-foot beat.
 
Together we stroll
down the well-grooved path.