The Path

I came upon  a path almost unknown, weedy

and overgrown

A path once worn

 With slow or hastened pace

Into natures sunlit grace

I pondered where the path had lead

Were songs sung there or poems read

Where were the feet which walked
together or alone

A path yes  once walked seemed forgotten
no longer known


Yes I came upon a forgotten path weedy in the woods

I wondered and still do

Will the paths I am making become forgotten
overgrown,

Or will others follow , walking
upon them , never forgotten but  known

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv