
A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.

A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.

Treading new pathways,
slipping into adventure:
dried leaves on old rocks.

Like moss on a rock
mountains blanketed with trees
protect life within.

Long and winding roads
journey of sharp turns and twists—
life’s a hiking trail