The grass lining the path
Is soft and green
No stickers
So I can walk with
Bare feet
The trees shading the path
Are tall and great
Covering me with wisdom
Only growing more beautiful
With age
The flowers along the path
Are lovely
Simple in make
Sweet in smell
The perfect natural perfume
To be held
The dirt that makes the path
Is damp
But not rocky
Close to being sand
The perfect example of
Land
The girl that walks the path
Knows what was left behind
Knows not what is to come
She can only claim to be
Human
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