Alone, wondering where the end could go,

Finding the right pathway before it’s night,

For the trees that dance in the bright sunlight,

Only are seen right now from walking slow.

The leaves and bushes never block the trail,

Though appears for those who struggle to fail.

Then the lake appears so easily like that,

Accidently, water cries and surround

The only goal tried to be reached where at

The lowest point the only thing is ground,

Yet, the boat always floats beside the shore,

Alone, but knowing that help is for sure,

Because Mother Nature finds her way to

Protect whoever tries to walk their way through.