All I have for you today is a poem.
In the early spring the path is wide and open.
The sun and the moon light it's course.
The path is wide and splits in many directions.
Each glittering, beckoning, asking to be traveled.
Toward the summer the paths glow with life.
A sure and steady foot carries you down the path.
The summer sun so bright beats down on the traveler.
Caressing and comforting while yet it inflicts pain.
The last days of summer bring confusion and concern.
The paths are narrow as the foliage overgrows it.
Stalks of high grass brush and sting the traveler,
Bearing marks on their sun kissed legs and soul.
The fall weather brings relief and change to the path.
As the leaves fall and the rain begins the path widens.
It is harder to travel though requiring more work,
Requiring endurance, while bringing the traveler no comfort.
Yet the path and all of it's ribbons of side paths,
Are once again more visible and clearly in focus.
The winter winds bring snow which covers path and trails.
It is there even though hidden lying in wait.
The travel is slow, but moves in small increments.
It affords time for reflection and thought of the journey.
The wonder of where you started and where you are now.
Yes the path is now known by heart.. It is you.
Live in peace...Till next time.
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