Travelling down a windy path
Between a mountain and a gorge
I came upon a meadow patch.

There in the grass tall and gold
I watched another path unfold.
Another wandered with her pack
Freely, gently, not looking back.

At the crossroads we took a rest
Picking flowers we thought best.
Sharing tales from far and wide
Singing, dancing stride in stride.

When it came to take our leave
Long and loudly did we grieve.
But our ways led on to other days
We were not destined there to stay.

Ever since I’ve walked and walked
Many have I stopped to talk.
Cities on cities with roads so wide
Bodies flooding like the tide.

Yet I’ll always know the place
A time when time passed with such grace
Two roads met by hand of fate
A spark, a story, it did create.