In a forest deep where shadows play,
Whispering winds guide the way.
Paths diverge in golden hues,
Choices linger, paths to choose.
Beneath the boughs, secrets lie,
Nature’s voice, a gentle sigh.
Frost’s spirit roams the glen,
In the quiet, find solace again.
Seasons dance with grace untold,
Leaves of amber, tales unfold.
Frost’s journey, a poet’s dream,
In each line, a flowing stream.
The road ahead, a mystery vast,
Guided by echoes of the past.
In Frost’s words, we find our way,
Through the woods, night and day.