There is a path
That takes you home.

Crossing the fields
Where many before you
Used for a while.

Here, pink and violet petals
Colour at spring
And green and yellow strokes
Make a wider ring.

Over the bush lines
Houses rise and fall
Where some tall pines
Used to be tall.

But the path goes on
And is never still.

Before it looked as a ladder
Going to the top
But on the path saddle
The view was getting cropped.

So you stop looking a way
And you start enjoying the ride
And it more it gives you a sway
For fun, you make it stride.

And the path is taking you home
This is all I know from my side.
And I enjoy to see it bright.