Traversing over pebbled, stick-strewn treads,
While on my daily walk, out in the wild,
I came to where the road diverged ahead
And mused which way; then paused, in awe, beguiled.

You’d think a was a young ‘un, just a child
entranced by stories told of wise old trees,
My visions, dreams and fantasies took hold,
I could almost hear it speak to me.

Arms held outstretched “come this way to be free,”
As endline posts seemed pointed to the goal,
Was I a traveler or an invitee
into the deeper woods, to heal my soul?

A unicorn I did not chance to see,
Yet something mystical embued this tree.

Photo Friday:#travel

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