I walk through trees,
I walk through grass,
The time flies by,
It goes so fast.
Searching for the beauty only seen by few,
I wonder if I will find it,
Does it wait for only you?
When one day,
I come upon the scarlet path,
I finally tread upon at last.
My breath its splendor takes
And engulfs me into shuttering in this magnificent place.
Not only does the bloodshot leaves cast a light from the sun,
The crimson roots rise from the earthy ground
Like ruddy, clay tentacles where I saunter upon.
I stare at the wondrous red that spills so perfectly
Like a carpet flowing for the regal ones to stroll.
The spicy, peppery drops of ruby hue create a world of strength for me to extol.
The heat of the scarlet path wraps around me like a warm blanket on a winter’s night,
Escaping into rosy depths of peace with utter delight.
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