Some days I see a well trampled, narrow dirt road, and I just have to take it. I feel this need to see what lies at its end, or just what lies between where I am and where it ends.
It’s hard to describe, but I just feel a pull that I must see satisfied. So I follow the path to see where it leads, always far enough to feel a little more free.
Off through the forest I can see it turn,
Toward a place for which my heart does burn.
Through the trees and valleys, and over hills,
To places where the unhindered waterfalls still spill.
Down the path, I can see it narrow,
To a natural spot so pure, I feel it in my marrow.
Air so pure it strengthens me through to the bone;
With birds in the trees so I never feel alone.
Around the bend, the woods call out to me,
Urging me on, to find what I can’t yet see.
Pulling me to discover a little more nature,
That more beauty lies down there, I am sure.
The road to nowhere, leads to the best view;
Best shared with someone, so come with me too.