The walls are verdant, high There is nothing lurking around the corner But still I do not know which way to turn Standing among the leafy corridors Some are dappled with light And some are fragrant with jasmine and camellia They call to me But still there are twists and turns And dead ends And I wonder how to choose the path That leads most directly To where I should be headed But what if life is not a destination What if I stop and smell the camellias Rest in the corner Braid flowers into my hair Spend some time in the sunshine Before I choose my next path What if I wander the maze Not seeking an exit But enjoying the journey The wonders that await me With every precious step