From a balcony

From a balcony

I look on the verdant canopy

Where insects flitter

And all birds chitter

The sun creeps round

To emerald leaves found

Coolness prevails

Soon to set sails

The sun creeps round

Temperatures mound

The earth does spin 

While societies sin

Make your own path

Tis all that you hath

Don't be a lady

The motivation too shady

Roads don't exist

Take maps off your list

Paths they are made

Where your foot is laid

Walk on…

– Robert Pennington Price