The Stone Path

I walk a stone path
My bare feet feeling the way
Every smooth stone
And every sharp

I continue forth
Winding thru the forest
Every turn brings a new view
Both wondrous and woeful

Patches of thick weeds come about
Full of thorns and malice
They hide views and paths
Bringing a greater sense of discovery

Along the way flowers are found
Some budding, others in full bloom
Their vines intricately intertwined
Among the stones and weeds

There are hills to climb
With unstable slopes
I look for sure footing
And roots to grasp

At the crest of a hill
The trees thin and end
And a meadow is found
I can see for miles in the distance

The grass is soft beneath my feet
And the breeze gentle at my back
I take it all in and enjoy it
Then I must reenter the woods

Time passes and the forest grows dark
The path unsure
Yet, moonlight filters thru
Illuminating the path with its flowers and weeds

I walk the path alone
Choosing the way at every fork
Only pausing for a moment of contemplation
And return to my solemn journey

This is my path to walk
My path to forge
To suffer and enjoy
This is my life

© Dustin H. Best