Lonely Trails

Amidst the untamed wilderness, where paths wander, Beside the river’s gentle flow, The solitary trails peer at me with vacant eyes, Humbly they lay at my feet, As if, begging me, imploring me: Walk on me, traverse my lonely paths. I yield, taking a step forward, And in that moment, I realize These trails often journey in solitude, In the midst of the silence, they cry. As I trod upon their timeworn tracks, I contemplate their steadfast courage, And gradually, I begin to comprehend How their lives and labors were shaped, In the lap of untamed landscapes, Long before men sought concrete confines. Once, they thrived with the whispers of nature, Singing the symphony of the wild, But as man grew preoccupied with steel and stone, The trails were left to wander alone, Yet they endured, resilient spirits unyielding. Amidst the rampant growth of progress, These forgotten paths retained their worth, A testament to the spirit of endurance, Of how nature’s grace endures the test of time. As I walk, I honor their silent plight, Their echo in the wilderness, profound, And vow to cherish the trails less traveled, For within them lies wisdom untold, The tale of landscapes once revered, And the resilience that still persists.