This Path

Always walking along
Almost a thousand days
With a gorgeous Pounamu in my hand

Passing pretty wildflowers
First abundantly, now rarely
Always walking along

Ravines before my eyes
A jump might reveal another world
But the Pounamu whispers:
Always walking along

"This path will end," they say
Alas - Here I am

Sitting down on a rock now
Looking ahead

Weary