On the path, it cuts through the forest;
the knife could not be more massive.
how the path became, that is unknown –
such is the direction you travel; feet chew

leaves, crunching of the deceased, who knew
that Death would be so colorful, for it has
been shrouded in shades of gray forever?
further along the path, you witness a phenomenon;

These trees are always there, in every path, in
every Way; it knows what it does; for a brief
moment, the path becomes two – which direction –
that is up to you; virtuous neither one is… choose!

after passage completes, you look back and
smile at the Righteous Tree; a leaf falls from
a branch to join the deceased, to be eaten
up by another traveler’ feet

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