freedom is too much

A path splits

and begets more.

Which once was one,

and grew,

to thousands more.

Yet, I walk but one.

Only one to tour.

Already traversed,

I, deep along its trail.

Walked I have,

legs frail

long

an undone tale.

Undone and not alone.

Still, the flowers be.

Nonetheless, the birds still sing.

Be the teacher, Flower, to me!

Sing, oh Bird, instruction for me!

Ready, I, to learn,

a heart, mine, to yearn..