The End. Walking along a path Experiencing the world 1 baby step at a time Walking without purpose or goal Just walking. Wind blowing Leaves crinkling Just walking. Into a wonderland I enter Seeing things never seen before 1 baby step at a time I observe these things Just walking. They are Majestic Calming Peaceful Soothing, as I am Just walking. I have no more to achieve For this is my end I am heading to the Ultimate close Just Walking. What is the mood of the poem? What age is the speaker? Is the speaker afraid of this “ultimate end”? What is the “ultimate end”? Does the speaker try not to reach this “ultimate end”?