The Trodden Path

Supple – green grass
Lays upon the beaten path
Worn – throughout the years
From the steps
Of those that have walked upon
A journey – of emotion
Joy – Strive – Pleasure – Pain
Is engraved in the gravel
That has not been re-laid,
But remains – telling its story.
As flowers bloom
As leaves turn –
From dancing green to golden red
Finally to barren black branches.
Nature has gone through – has seen
Many days of hand-in-hand
Many days of lonely strolls.
The trees –
Have clapped their hands to the skipping of children
Have awed passersby with hues of changed color
And related in the coldest, barren days of sorrow.
The path has carried burdens.
The path has perceived steps of joy.
Though worn, it does not complain
But endures –
Endures for those who trust its strength.
It is stable under the feet of emotion.
Though trodden, it is not sore.
It is duty – unfailing love –
An honor to be significant.
The path is one with nature
Nature that surrounds it.
It is one with the steps of man.
It has seen time
Seen generations
The trodden path –
An everlasting companion.