I have always loved
Many woods drizzled and drenched
With fog. Obscure, gray
And the paths are blurry and blasť.
I love unfrizzled, unentrenched
So that every step has a chance
A possibility, if you will, a glance
Into a beautiful destination.
And in the morning
No direction seems more delightful
No angle sharper or more stern
No turn reveals a blemish any eye can discern
Only shades of hopes, designedly unspiteful
Whispering promises of adventure, treasures
The fulfillment of dreams and pleasures
Destinations are beautiful everywhere.
The woods are many
And I am one.
Itís like a fable.
that Iím unable