The sweetest taste of spring, the dew before dawn,
the scent of rain suspended in the air before the first cold rain.
The patterns following their feet through the mud indented,
drawing near and straying backward again.
Clean air filled their chests as hand-in-hand they journeyed
above ravines and waterfalls,
and they tasted the sweetest taste of spring.
Yes, well, I like the atmosphere this poem generates, -- great. But you lost me after the first 2 lines trying to identify who or what the travellers were. The only clue was that they travelled hand-in-hand. Even there humans do not usually find the ability to travel hand-in-hand across ravines and waterfalls. I do not think you had any of the apes in mind!! What am I missing, -- mis-reading? Ted.