The Changing Path Poem by Luna Moon

I'm on a journey through a forest.
Where the trees are sprinkled with Emeralds,
And the birds sing like flutes.
Everything is young and fresh,
Wisteria and Lavander paint pictures by my path.
It's sunny,
Glittering drops of dew on grass sparkle in the sunshine.
Then the path changes slightly.
I still see Emerald trees,
But I also see patches of Pine.
They're beautiful like the Emeralds,
In a darkly captivating way.
A curious mixture of Wisteria, Lavander, and crimson Gerber Daisies intertwine by the road side.
It starts to sprinkle,
And I love the feeling, much like how I loved the sunshine.
I hop in brown puddles and laugh,
Then look up to find my Emeralds are gone.
Not a hint of Wisteria in the red and purple meadows.
And Grey clouds cover up the sun.
I'm on a different path.
I look back,
It's sunny on my old path but somehow, strangely foggy as well,
It looks far away.
I left it behind,
For a different road.
One just as beautiful in a different way.
But I can't help but regret leaving my old path.
Maybe I was wrong.