Clouds clip the light blue sky
Dark illusions clutch the ground
Golden glitter covers the trees
Lively wind is the only sound
I walk and walk; I see
A clean winding road in daylight
And a dark and dirty path
Pitch as the night
I trudge through the mud
I slip and I fall on the leaves
Branches hide the sky from view
And I feel nature looming over me
But as I reach the end; I see
The two paths join and meet
Tired and cold, I can believe
My prize is more appreciated