My Path Poem by LiRa de asis

My Path does wend through weeds and streams,
And scales up mountains high.
It meanders through the woodlands low,
Then climbs to glorious sky.

It leads me into waters deep,
Where I fear that I will drown.
Then sunlit road will lead me up
To dry and higher ground.

My Path at times flows like a river,
Then the rapids flip me over.
Though soon I'm lead to sunny meadow,
Sweet with fragrant clover.

I'm not one to stay a course,
For I explore in all directions.
Traveling roads less seldom trod,
Experiencing new inflections.

Around and around, and around I go,
Some roads high, some roads low.
At times I'm struck between to and fro,
But I'm forever learning as I go.