Sometimes in life we stumble, lost,
We see the sparkles and are drawn in.
Yet something suggests it is not right
And so we wait, and watch, and study.
Then in a twinkling, we see the light.
Like a bright ray piercing a stormy sky.
And through the forest that surrounds us,
A path opens for us to follow the signs.
Over time it widens and smooths,
Our thoughts become clear and steady.
The trees no longer mean darkness
But wave gently in the breeze of our fortune.
We step with a jaunty stride, confident,
Sure of our path and ready to accept our good.