Lightly Stepping

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.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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