A tree is a sight to behold,
For its branches lead to many paths that has yet to unfold.
However one cannot take a path and change to another,
She can only choose one and the rest will uncover.
Ridges, forks, bumps, crevices, and scratches,
All represent the path’s future’s clashes.
But it is not only the path you choose is affected,
Outside forces are also conflicted.
Winds blow past,
Shaking the tree aghast,
Sun shines down,
Light surrounding it all around,
Leaving its foliage soaked away,
Snow lightly descends,
The tree will condescend.
Forever a tree grows,
It too- the path never slows.