The path less traveled, rugged and daunting,
Mountains and valleys, highs and lows
Snow-capped or bare, the hike leaves a wanting
For a wildflower bedspread, to sink weary toes
Summit or dale, the views are stunning
Hope, not weariness spurs the journey ahead.
Like an exuberant stream in the woods, I choose the unbridled joy of gliding over and around rocks in my path, ceaselessly advancing to my unknown destination. My journey may seem pointless to those who prefer the restrictive safety of a lake, a pond, or even a well. To them I say, take a moment to watch the waves on a beach....if you can get there.
