The Path

November 20, 2008
I started to take a trip today
To swim in the river and find my way

But on my path, through the trees
curiosity was stirred by the smell of a breeze

Just then I decided, a reckless whim
that indeed I would follow the intriguing wind

I strayed from my route, and soon I found
A man in the forest, with an apple so round

"This is the sweetest fruit of the land,"
He offered it to me with an outstretched hand.

I started to reach, I started to take
But suddenly realized he was the Snake.

I turned from him, and started to run
I arrived at the river, facing the sun

Squinting, I dove in to the water,
Returning at last to my Eternal Father.

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