BeSimply...Reconcile. Grow. {Sol. Silence. Sound}

The New Direction  

Through vanishing old road,
Through hail-like dust storm,
It stings and scratches,
Stuffy, I cannot breathe.

Here once walked my ancestors,
I was told by the old ones,
One can dig at the very spot,
And find forgotten implements.

Wasting no time I urged on,
Where I'd stop I knew not,
Startled I listened to the wind,
It whistled, screamed, cried,
"You! Go back, not this path!"

Then I recalled this trail
Swept away by the north w...