Follow

Trees; long (slightly crooked) and strong; line the red path;
Green laden branches tease the ground
Like a natural arc through which we weave
With silent awe, eyes catching the darting flaw

Under our wayward feet we see
Two solid red lines with green tuft between
Drawing us in to this secret silent scene
Render us one down this sweetly drawn path

Creaks and groans, whispered whoosing words
Sounds of life hidden behind gray bark and green bush
A path of richness in every nook
Beauty of life and travesty of love

Bound as one on this single nature path
Forest of miles we travel its wave
Each moment discovery; life unbent
Filtered light through shade does flow

Follow the path of laden trees and secret sounds
Of darting flaws and hidden life
Bend to the wayward toes who follow what no one knows
Lush and filtered golden; only the forest knows

Sheila Gallant