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400. The Trail

The leaves brushed gently across my skin
As I walked among forested splendor
Birds chirped happily in trees so high
Singing praise to nature’s wonder
A simple hike off the beaten track
Became an adventure to enjoy
Though somewhat apprehensive about my route
I’d taken similar trips since I was a boy
While the scenery may have changed
Life’s journey is filled with many a choice
Which route we choose or trail to take
Lies not in facts but by being led by an inner voice
Despite getting lost more times than not
I managed to enjoy what I saw
Once I understood I would find my way
There was no need to worry at all
For despite the routes we are shown or given
Or taught to follow a certain path or road
The experience life in its fullest
One needs to detour from what one is told


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