Tapestry of randomness

 

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,

We wander through a garden's maze,

Where paths unfold, then fade away,

Like whispers of a distant sway.

Each step we take, a choice we make,

The landscape shifts, a new path's stake,

Forking endlessly, like branches high,

A labyrinth born of wonder why.

Yet, we're not sole architects of this maze,

The garden's grown, nurtured by time and grace,

Tended by hands that came before our own,

And those who presently, its beauty have sown.

The garden remembers every footstep light,

Every decision made, in endless night,

The trees, the flowers, the wind, the sun's embrace,

All whisper secrets, of the paths we trace.

In this ever-changing tapestry so fine,

We weave our thread, a moment's design,

A choice, a step, a breath, a heartbeat's pace,

In the garden's heart, a shifting, sacred space.

So let us wander, lost, yet not alone,

For in the garden's depths, a wisdom's sown,

That guides us through, the paths we cannot see,

To hidden truths, and mysteries yet to be.