There is a path in steps we take
For the life we wish to make...

The trees grow tall and bushy green
The clear blue sky is seldom seen...

Sometimes getting lost
Lets us find all the things that...

I don't always tell you
As there's other ways we speak...

Once man and nature, would co-exist
Working well with each other, each would assist...

Our footprints will fade
But still made an impression...

We are only human
With lessons to be learned...

Our paths cross again when we meet in the town
From the thousands of people that are all around...

The first tear to fall
is no indication of...

My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born...

Maple foliage
Walking in the Autumn leaves...

I am very handy to have around
And most likely in every home I am found...