through the veins of the forest

through the veins of the forest.

on the path of buried leaves,

You have a choice:

Go with the current?

     And reach the shore?

Or branch off, incognisant of

everything that lie ahead?

Where do you place living 

against life?                     

Author's Note

A short poem I wrote. It does have a hidden meaning, but I'll leave that to you to figure out. Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms.