Diversion

These woods have a path running through them the dark shadows of evening are coming on we'll push forward hoping to find the green pastures we know lie ahead Another turn in the path and we hear running feet from the trees to our right let the dim light of the dying sun be our guide the forest is dark and mysterious If we have to spend another night here - we will The rustling of the leaves continues We blend together with the darkening woods Fragile creatures whose days 'are numbered We still dare to hope for green fields filled with the delightful scent of flowers which will greet us at journey's end