Paths
You squint your eyes,
the wind blows sand towards you.
Leaves rustle,
your feet slowly brushing over them.
Birds chirp quietly,
a few fly above your head.
The road forks,
you cannot decide which way.
Turning around,
you choose the safest path.
the wind blows sand towards you.
Leaves rustle,
your feet slowly brushing over them.
Birds chirp quietly,
a few fly above your head.
The road forks,
you cannot decide which way.
Turning around,
you choose the safest path.