The Wandering Path

Into the jungle wanders a path

Lazily snaking its way

Amid lush foliage that glistens

Under the sun-kissed breeze.

It meanders off towards

A hillock that stands a way off,

As if aloof in its demeanor,

Reclusive in its habit.

The overhanging boughs

Covered with moss and lichen

Swoop down trying to wrap

It, in an embrace.

To the soft chirping of the

Birds that sing at dawn and dusk

The path ambles on forward

Trying to reach somewhere.