The road so long and winding,

The rocks beneath my feet watching,

I kick a rock,

I watch it roll; then it stops,

And then I keep on walking.

 

As my feet keep moving,

My eyes keep searching,

For something worth my gaze.

 

I come upon a river wide,

And chip the ice away,

Frigid water hides beneath,

I dip my hand in for a peak.

 

My finger tips turn red,

I watch them turn a shade so flushed,

Pins and needles creep on in,

I take my hand out and look about,

And then I keep on walking.

 

I come across a forest,

So thick as it is wide,

Branches adorned in snow,

Like crystals in the sunshine.

 

I see a bird perched on a limb,

So small and feeble,

I wonder where it’s been.

 

It spreads its wings and soars away,

Free to fly on another day,

I watch as it ascends out of sight,

I see it take such an alluring flight,

Then I keep on walking.

 

I walk along the path,

I stumble to a halted end,

A sign is sat adorned in yellow and black,

ROAD ENDS,

So I turn around,

And then I keep on walking.