There were paths the grown-ups used to walk their dogs.
They tended to be muddy and best avoided.
There was a path that was clear at the start
but came to an end in a glade of trees
with moss on the ground,
then broke off different directions.
There was a path I liked to walk on my own
because it led to a good tree to climb.
But the best path I ever walked,
was a new path I made
through the bracken
with my friend.