PATHLESS WAYS:

 

Men making paths just go passing on by,

Mechanical wings leaving trails in the sky,

Leaving footsteps upon all roads they carve,

Claiming theirs, all that nature once scarved.

 

The winding, straight, macadamized or paved,

Intruding upon earth, sea & forests now shaved,

Oil-slicked trails upon the seas, lakes & oceans,

On highways & roads, leaving sickness in motion.

 

I, seeking now, only those illusive & pathless ways,

Where new flowers bloom & the tall grasses sway,

The paths, where no man has passed in foot nor eye,

Where only birds fly, leaving no trail upon blue sky.

 

To find these jeweled pathways, I must go to dreams,

Where no human touches seas, lakes & pristine streams,

Pathways, where no footprint mars nor leaves its marks,

In dreams, tiptoeing gently, over nature´s unmade parks.