Where the road branched many times
I stood here with many friends
All of us in our primes
I saw one friend journey to the mountain
A perilous path to a glorious summit
Though the frosty trail was littered
With those the mountain made submit
The forest claimed another friend of mine
A boon to those who knew it well
How to navigate the fruits and trails
Where it was safe to rest upon the knell
Another took the empty country road
Which stretched on for quite a while
They walked a gentle pace
Repeating mile after mile
A few friends took the river
And most of those went with its flow
Accepting where it took them
Wherever it would go
Each path had its own dangers
Each path had its own risks
Some took their path with caution
Others took a pace more brisk
I saw these friends of mine
Travel far as I could see
While I felt glued in place
Beneath this old fig tree
Inspo: https://www.zenpencils.com/comic/130-sylvia-plath-the-fig-tree/
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