Too smooth

I used to be a hunter. Victorious, elegant. Classy.

Now, I am finding my way through the trees, abandoning all that could bring me relief – and I hear a crow.

I am not sure if she’s communicating with my spirit, but I am at ease, surrounded by murmur of leaves, until…

The sound of thunder?

I stand still, a road lies ahead.

It could lead to peace.
For generations to come, it could be the way.

But it looks far too straight.
The journey seems far too smooth.

And we need difficulty to mature.