The Winding Path Poem by Obed Akuma

I saw a tree ahead
Inviting was it's shade
My steps I hasten
At last a rest I can take
Then I shall proceed

Like a ton of stones the small bag felt
As I sojourned through the rough belt
But now my hands feel free but sweaty
My brow I wipe then I see the beauty
The hills and valleys are breathtaking

Where am I ask myself
Presently a bird sings
I look up as away it flies
Downhill flapping it's wings
Atop a hill I am I tell myself

Then it hit me
These hills and valleys I have traversed
All these half of my life
And now I can see how far I have come
And how far shall I go?

I immediately look ahead
A winding path I see
Winding to the horizon of uncertainity
With trepid I stand
The sojourn is not done
Proceed I must
Thanks