This road continues on and on that I walk upon
where lush, green, tall trees reach
out to one another in grid lock.
Spider webs ebb and flow like silver strings of violins
played by the rising sun, draping across my humid skin.
Golden high grasses sweep against the pale blue canvas
in the early morning wind.
I walk in early morn
along side the light surrounding shadows
into a world without windows worn
nor doors shut and locked.
Nature is my pearl; a vast, open cathedral
always inviting and accepting.
Perhaps I will go on still up a way
or pause, turn back from where I came(?)
All roads lead home, never ending, ever winding
for the wonder of this traveler.
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