There is a path through the woods that few travel. It is hidden by the leaves of autumns pass. Orange, reds, and browns crunch under your feet as you walk. The trees that overhang the path are great old oaks and young birch trees. They cast just enough shade so that during the day, you stay cool. They also allow just enough moonlight to make the path simple to transverse during the latest hours of the night.

As you walk along the path, the birds sing the story of travelers much like you. All of who took the hidden path Through the woods. The path twists at points and makes you trip over logs as you have. The robins, Cardinals, and all the other small creatures will sing your song soon too.

As you settle down for camp long after the stars have shown their face, the crickets with sing you a lullaby. A soft and distant song of the sound of crunching leaves and a tired traveler. They will sing as you lay next to the gentle warmth of your fire, and drift off to sleep.