Along The Darkened Path

I walked along the darkened path,
Not knowing what was beyond,
I knew there could be danger,
For a place I did not belong.
Why had I chosen to follow my thoughts,
Which led me far from home,
Now off in the middle of nowhere,
In the debt of the forest alone.
What were the sounds I was hearing,
What sights would there be ahead,
Why did I follow my instincts,
When I could be home in my cozy bed.
What was the sound I just heard,
Who’s shadow is following me,
Too afraid to turn around,
I shiver at what I might see.
A voice is whispering softly,
Not scary, nor frightening at all,
Just the sounds of birds rustling through trees,
For it’s now coming on fall.
Soon they’ll be flying high,
Off to the warmer lands they’ll roam,
The cold weather here would freeze them,
They need the warmth for their home.
 Now I’ll just turn myself around,
Go home to where I belong,
For these walks along darkened paths,
At this late hour is wrong.