Joy

The Path That Leads to Nowhere There’s a place that leads to nowhere In a meadow that I know, Where the leaves beneath my feet are heard, And the breeze is soft and dry. There are wonders under willows And beneath the silver green Of the birches’ silent shadows Where the early violets lean. Other pathways lead to somewhere, But the one I love so well Has no end and no beginning Just the beauty and the dell, There the wild flowers and the daisies Yellow bursts of sun shine’s rays, Seem to guide my pathway As each flower leads the way. There I go to meet the seasons, Where the meadow is aglow, Mosses amid the grey marshes, And the streams are still and slow; There I find my fair oasis, And with carefree feet I tread In the path that leads to nowhere, As the sky is overhead. All the ways that lead to somewhere Echo the hurrying feet Of the struggling and the striving, But the way I find so sweet Bids me dream and bids me linger. Joy and beauty are its goal; On the path that leads to nowhere…. I have often found my soul.