There's a path in the woods
were light trickles thru
on crisp autumn leaves
and sparkling, wet dew

Amongst the pale mushrooms
and rich, ebony earth
there's an oak by a creek
and a towering, River Birch

And b'twixt the branches
of an aged, Blue Spruce
an owl sleeps peacefully
above the ginger root

Across the pebble creek
there's an old, wooden bridge
Built long, long ago
on the mossy water's ridge

Upon the planks
A story is told
of tired, aged hands
that built it with love

And beneath the breeze
of wind's passive flight
two lovebirds sing
amongst the sunlight

The path in the woods
is a peaceful place
where lovers come and go
The path in the woods
is a spiritual place
where songs are born of old

And on this beautiful path in the woods
Sobriety aromas the air
It fills your soul with lucidity
It takes away despair

So, when I walk on this wonderful path
I open my eyes and see
the miracle of God's handiwork
crafted with love and generousity.

© 2000 Lady Camelot

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