A Walk to the Meadow


Because life is lived from day to day.
Because two roads diverged, in a yellow wood.
Because sunflowers simply dance and pointed me on my way.

Because there was no more to say.
Because I chose the one less traveled, after I had stood.
Because life is lived from day to day.

Because I knew I could find my way.
Because down one path I looked, as far as I could.
Because sunflowers simply danced and pointed me on my way.

Because I knew quiet would help me pray.
Because to see the other path I longed, but doubted that I would.
Because life is lived from day to day.

Because the meadow smells of a rainy day.
Because all the difference that has been implied, cannot be understood.
Because sunflowers simply danced and pointed me on my way.

The things I saw I saw today.
Because after Frost I had read, I found myself in the wood.
Because life is lived from day to day.
Because sunflowers simply danced and pointed me on my way.