Unforeseen

The trail was narrow, and it disappeared into the forest;
Where it led, it could not be seen.
Could one dare to try it, and take the first step,
When one can’t see the end, only the beginning?

Between the adventure and the way things are,
Can the tight bud venture out and blossom?
The dreams can be unleashed, free and bare,
Or enclosed and hidden, almost forgotten.

Signs of a season changing slowly appear,
Nature vibrates in transformation.
To take not the trail would be queer,
Yet many stumble with hesitation.

The rays of light are filtered by the trees,
Their soft warmth on the skin is invigorating!
One dares to take a step, feels the breeze,
And then it happens – the unforeseen!

KBS, October 2008.