Lightly stepping under boughs above,
She followed a path of joy.
Stepping further along the path,
She found a lonely soul full of pain.
“What is wrong?” she asked concerned.
A gesture ahead was his reply.
She looked ahead and saw a hill;
No source of evil was in view.
A path can’t be tread by every soul:
Her path was not meant for the other.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.