We walked till our legs were sore and then we walked some more.
That would be a nice part of a song.
About the mountains we climbed
to get another perspective
About all the sounds we heard
made by nature instead of people
About smells only the woods can produce
How we thought our legs couldn’t carry us anymore and how we walked on and on and on because we were too curious.
About what we could see
What we would hear
and how it should smell if we walked some more.
But it was our holiday and I love nice songs but I'm better in nice holidays.