The many pathways to a wonderful... strife?
Which one should i take?
Tattered peice of earth.
The avenue was well covered with the death of fallen leaves.
Still the sun hardly seeped to hand out its endless bits of life.
The narrow way was great in beauty.
It's twist and turns winded through it's sage branches.
Colors fade and come alive like the sun on a cloudy evening.
Tree roots burst out of the mundane earth like worms in a flood.
God's or human hands had broken a pathway through the terrain
Leaving stones, gravel, and rock to guide the simplest of simpletons.
The shadow's dim veil watch over the feeble creatures that are too small to behold
And they mask themselves with the boulders that are really pebbles to us.
The feathered little musicians orchestrate delicate splendors with their chirps.
War seems to be archaic to such a tranquil trail.
And the past and future both seem to fade away as the trail deepens.