Forking Paths

Walking down the country lane I saw trees in flower all the way Gleaming gems among emerald leaves A medley of colors on fabulous display The path was carpeted with grass Thick bushes grew on either side The sun was mild and the air, pleasantly cool A quiet place where peace did abide I felt so thrilled sauntering alone, Enjoying the serenity of the scene I hoped it would extend long, Taking me to terrains unseen But to my perplexity the path ended abrupt Forcing me to take a different track It seemed as if travelled by none But I was determined not to turn my back No living soul could be spotted anywhere around The trees were wild and dull The path, strewn with pricking thorns and stones The place looked savage and morbidly still With every step my feet winced in pain But giving up half way was not my choice Determined to reach the farther end I dragged forward obeying my inner voice!