Down the path we go,so many have gone before,time flees,standing still,with a wild rose tucked in her hair. Sunlight dapples around her,dancing along with the breeze,The way well worn,skipping over puddles left by rains,among the trees others left their mark,hewn in bark leaving signs ,some things never change as we wander along the old river road

This is wonderful! Definitely has some tones of the great Mr. Robert Frost ;) Thanks for sharing!