The Path To the House

The path is narrow the roots of the trees jut out of the ground offering a risk of stumbling or falling. I feel excited adventurous where does this path lead? The sky is bluey purple the clouds are few I can see the beautiful sunset above the roof of the trees The roots in the ground that once stuck out are no longer on the path behind me all around me I feel exhilarated almost one with nature The key I find there along my way is black rusting I can picture it opening a metal gate I hold the key in my hand close my eyes and smile as I put it in my pocket The chalice is covered in jewels perhaps once filled with the waters of life the shiny metal glistens off of the sun I like this cup very much and like the key I found on my path somewhere in the forest I take it with me Along my way I come across a lake the calm lake looks inviting the ripple waters show me the mirror of the mountains and trees all around me I take my shoes off and stick them in The water is cool refreshing I take my shirt off soak it in the water put my shirt back on and go on my way The cottage at the end of the path through the forest by the lake is very old I use the black rusty key and open the door I call out as I walk in the house I look through the things in the house leaving everything as it is and leave as quietly as I came in