Down the road there was a fork.
Two paths, both laden green under the glow of the sun.
Each whispered their own sweet tales in temptation,
Of stories yet untold,
Of adventures yet to unfold.
Along the way, glancing over the hedge betwixt the lanes,
The grass seemed greener.
Step by step, past each sunflower and daffodil,
Footprints carved themselves,
As eyes glared longingly away.
What have you seen along the way?
What have you lived,
On this sunny day?