Roads

Sweet wind flowing among the leaves,
sunrays crossing from sky to earth,
the musky smell of forest around,
heaven in earth must be  like this.

The spirit inhales peace
 and reaches for the sky,
attempts the impossible,
and fully rewarded is.

Though the road winds ahead,
the horizon expands nonetheless,
though the end is clear,
hope never fades.

The roads are decisions,
you take them, you forget them,
but they are yours to behold and survive.

© Irina Cevallos