Walking a New Road

She had walked for many miles,
Stood upon the highest mountains of thought,
Slept within the deepest valleys of loneliness
And bathed in the meandering rivers of joy.
The ocean waves talked of her adventures,
The trees whispered the secrets of her growth,
The wind brought change;
Even when she resisted.
Every morning the sun offered her new life
And at night the moons light guided her
Through her darkest hour.
The tides brought forth new ideas,
New beginnings and washed away
The whittled notions of what was.
And she would form new possibilities.
And she thanked them all
For what they brought to her.
She learnt that to be wise
Was not about knowing all,
But about accepting and moving
With those energies.
And she would dream dreams
That would allow her to come and go
With peace and security
As she dreamt of walking a new road.