I stand at the crest of a forest,
A dark green hue is it,
And there is a path leading deep into it,
And I enter it as I see fit.
The path is the colors of the dawning sun,
A purple, a blue and a yellow,
I see footprints of people gone before me,
Many a strong fellow.
The path is broken the stones cut my feet,
Yet the path is meandering beautifully and the sides are cut so neat.
The woods around me inviting but I know I must not stray,
For I know that once I enter them I will not be able to go away.
The path ends suddenly and I,
Am allowed to take a fruit,
It is one I can eat for the rest of the way,
And I am told to remain mute.
The path has gotten more yellow yet bluer at the same time,
But there is a shining brilliance, the color of a ripe lime.
The path is still so jagged and I still am afraid,
But there is a peace that steals into me as I walk,
And I wonder who has it made.
The path then merges slowly into one of a golden color,
At the same time losing it’s brilliance becoming a little duller.
The woods, some animals seduce me more,
I must be getting nearer,
The come oh! So! Near the track,
Like they have not done before.
And then the path becomes darker,
A blue, a purple, a black,
But determination I do not lack,
Yet it would be easier to just go into the trees,
With the animal, the plants and the bees,
The soft grass beneath my feet,
In the shadow, away from the heat.
But a trudge along the path I see,
I must be getting close,
The animals begin to grow wild,
They bite, the blood so gross.
The path becomes smoother now,
Blue with a yellow pebble here and there,
And suddenly, I don’t know how,
The animals are gone, I know not where,
The heat had become so soothing.
The birds chirp lullabies in the foliage.
The stones no longer intruding,
What is happening is not in my knowledge.
But then I realize that the elements
Are putting me to sleep,
And I am so tired and weariness,
Does upon me creep.
But I shake it away and begin to run,
And I know I am so near,
The pleasures of the forest away I shun,
And now I have no fear.
I reach the end of the path,
There is a beautiful place I behold,
I have survived the elements wrath,
Come true the stories been told,
I feel things that can only be felt,
And smell things that can only be smelt,
I see thing that can only be seen,
Words fail me, this incredible scene.
I see animals; with immaculate making,
Their movements so smooth I feel they must be faking.
I see trees and plants so richly green,
On earth I believe they could never have been,
The flowers the colors so deep,
Their forms so beautiful it makes me weep,
Their fragrance, as it enters my soul,
It cleanses me; from inside I am as black as coal.
But now I am as white as snow,
Such purity, such happiness how could I know?
The path, the jungle, the animals now seem so rotten,
The birds, the songs, the colors are now forgotten.
I wake up by the sound of the clock,
I behold it is already seven,
I have missed fajr again,
Which is why I can only dream of heaven.
For in this life, to the devil,
My soul I did sell,
Oh! What a barter I have made,
Some fun for the entrance of hell!