There's this lovely long path that goes up hill

There are trees, that sway into eachother

Whispering secrets in eachother's ears 

Holding hands, 

 And breaking away,

Breaking away,

only to hold hands again .

I am jealous of the trees, 

Of their unassuming camaraderie,

Of their doubtless assurance 

That they will sway into eachother's arms 

Till they fall..

But let's not talk about love

Let's talk about life, maybe 

How hard it had been 

Or how easy..

Perhaps it was both 

Or  neither

It's a riddle, we can figure out together,

Like these paths that interwine and split away 

Splitting away,  

in the hope of crossing again 

I am jealous of these paths 

Of their hope to meet again 

But let's not talk about love 

Let's tell stories , may be

Those long forgotten tales with tragic ends

But no end is final 

And I am jealous of the stories 

Of their inconclusiveness

Of their power to find new beginnings

Life, though, is different 

Let's not talk about life either 

Let's take a walk, may be

There's this lovely long path that goes up hill 

The path would remain here, may be

Stretching till eternity 

Someday, before the voices fade out

And the light go out..