Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| To follow the path Would that I could see through the trees and stay the path life's set for me. But paths grow faint and I ramble on my own - a dreadful gamble. Should wordly cares make weak my knees, would that I could see through the trees of worry hemming me all 'round and glean what wisdom may be found. Could any fail to recognize what sorrows cloud and dim my eyes? Would that I could see through the trees and from heartache enjoy surcease. Stood any staunchly by my side, I'd gladly in this world abide and shun Death's permanent release. Would that I could see through the trees. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ |