Paths Less Followed

A bird sings
High in a tree
The forest sounds
Come to me

I like to listen
Every day
And take a walk
And sometimes stray

Through paths less followed
And hidden trail
When in my wonderings
I seem to prevail

A secret grove
With a quiet spring
I sit and think
Bout many a-thing

And in my thought
I realize
That God is with me
And there is no higher prize