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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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