ALIVE IS THE PATH

The path has its own feet, it moves as we move but can never retreat.
It grows long with the roots of the trees, it sings the song that can make you truly believe.
It changes when it wants to its not demanded easy, it prefers a rainy or sunny day and especially when breezy.
A river may come and cover the path, with patience the river subsides and again the path has a great laugh.
The path has its own emotion, a full fledged cosmic explosion.
But yet again the path has its own feet, it moves a we move but can never retreat....