The path you take is rocky and steep
and filled with miniature delights,
red mushrooms and purple morning-glories
The woods look brilliant in shades of green
and gold, yellow and orange, red and brown;
even the colors feel damp from the day's easy rain
The skies show a blanket of pale blue that let
the afternoon sun creep through the trees of
sweet gum and maple and elm
The shadows sweep across the cool earth
and land shimmers in the colored light;
a thorough hush prevails in thin air
The stillness is lush, sweet, untroubled,
and stops the mind in its tracks;
no thought stands between you, world
