They were no sign boards,
No passer by and no maps
To check my way
I stayed gazing the way,
The way into the woods
They look calm and tidy
They had a charming freshness
With greeneries spread besides them
They were like a baby
Crawling on a green mat
This made me choose
The one less traveled by
But …
I had to travel it all alone
The days had made month
Months had made years
Still I am a traveler
In this lonely path
I had seen gardens with fragrance of roses
I had tasted bitter fruits of wild
I had tumble down from hilltops
But still didn’t stop my journey
Because I am searching for my destiny…
Still far away!
The dawn has come
Now I have to stop for night
And start on the early hours of tomorrow.
So I stop here for this day
On the side of this gloomy lake
Besides this gloomy lake
Rainbows may come
And spread their wings
Over my eyes till next morning…..