An empty lonely path, tiled and clean but silent,
It’s dark out here but I’ve got the moon helping with navigation.
It’s so quiet I can hear the hollow sounds of the breeze, the cricket having their rehearsal.

It’s lonely out here yet I can feel the presence of a being,
I looked around and behold there on the path was a wild brown rabbit.
Her beauty and sparkle eyes radiant around her environ,
Her alertness makes me sober and vigilant.

Alone on the path, the sounds of the toads are creepy yet assuring.
Out here, I can hear the gentle and solemn voices of the waving leaves, whispering the mysteries of the world.

This is beautiful and scary.
I felt alive out here but the silence is making me feel out of Earth.
In this lonely path all I wanted to do was to pick up my pen and write!.

Squirrel, a lovely, hairy and beautiful creature,
Running towards a fruit to pick it up and go back to her shield.
My little adventure on this lonely path was beautiful and captivating.


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