The Wooded Path

The Wooded Path

A dusty trail leading into the wood,
Tall, slender trees covered in green hood;
I could no longer remain where I stood
And had to follow it as far as I could.

As I walked and walked along the trail,
Higher and higher my heart did sail;
Never to stop, nay, never to fail
To admire lovely nature and joyously hail.

But, alas, in time the path did end
And I was left unable to pretend
That I did not wholeheartedly intend
Hours a day on this path to spend.

-Dan Rivera

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