age-old questions
for age-old answers
the trail goes ever on

walk among the pines, the firs
cedar beckons you further

leaves of maple fall

the moss points you north

your path
your oath
is your own to make
with naught but woods to guide you

only when you're truly lost
can you be truly found

or so they say

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I find autumn to be the best for walking
when clouds skate past the sun

the wind can dance
the rain can fly
between the trees and the waves

my path is mine to take

no one's steps exactly follow mine
I can follow no one else's

but that's not to say
there's only value
in taking your path alone
you're safer with someone to lean on
for this time, in parallel

there's peace to be had in walking alone
and joy in walking together