I arrive at a choice of direction

I am uncertain the way I should go

I seek out wise council.

Who might be sure to know?



The setting sun smiles with knowing glints.

Surely it can be my guide!

Do I mingle with the green woods?

And in ancient oak trees hide?



Perhaps lofty snow capped mountains

Would allow my mind to rest?

I could gaze with the eye of an eagle

Awaiting its next conquest.



But I may desire the ocean,

And retreat with the tide.

I might carry my heart over water,

A wild, wave guided ride.


Whatever the way does it matter?

The choice that I make is my own

Contentment a travelling companion

The land around me becoming my home.