It's a stroll down the hedge path
this walk we gently take
each breath to hand the morning band
that journeys life's parade.
It's here in soft whipers
that leaf to tree marks
the points where life embarks
on a constant journey
between and through
the thorns and nettles
the gentle hue
till soon the path trodden gone
like a melody, a distant song
We've made our way
by thicket and mire
to attain the truth
Of our hearts desire.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph