The long path
Wanders through
A glorious woods.
Trees cloaked in colors
Bright yellow, red and orange.
After a quick bend
There is in front of you
A straight boulevard
Lined on either side
With giant Oaks
Silent and waiting.
Color guard
For a king.
At the bottom
Of the hill
Mists rise
Making the path
Seem to be
An impressionistic
Painting.
