Through the forest
Onto the narrow path
Outside it will lay
Without a sound or movement
Before you begin to think
Out toward the meadow
Beyond the flowers and trees
Off you go to another path
Regarding the first path
After you begin you will have to choose at the fork
At that moment you might choose the path that many have walked
But the other is the path that few have walked upon
With your decision you will go
Within time you come
Across rocks “watch your step! ” as you come
Along there will sit a small shack
Behind it you will find your destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem