Bridge Poem by Keagan Meyer

I stand on a bridge between two seperate lands
one side no less beautiful than the other
to my left a valley-most pristine
the grass grows green and thick
all of earth's bounty lies here
a stream flows gladly to spread its life
trees rise up from it's bank
doused in sunshine, all here thrives
God smiles upon this land

To my right a rocky path, one curved and precarious
less vegetation here, footing difficult to find
a cascade of water runs down the rocks
flowers burst forth exclaiming their presence
jutting from the rocks they scale the mount
lighting the path with vibrant colors
one side no less beautiful than the other

If I were to take the left path
I could bask in the light, drink from the stream
and all would be near

If I were to take the right path
I would struggle to the top of the mountain
thirsty and tired, but when I reach the top of the mountain
all else would be at my feet, above all

but I wait on the bridge
unable to decide my path-experiencing the joys of neither
which side should I choose?