Hiking

Talking about hiking and the fact how we should choose our own ways instead of following others or relying their opinion, we should to follow our hearts to select our own paths. Our own paths to walk.

Up the hills I went,
Breathing the forest scent.
Water rushing down the stream,
Under the spraying sun beam.
I reached a point,
Where two roads joint.
I shot a questioning glance
To my dog for a chance.
Instead, she wagged her long, brushy tail,
And shook her head with a tired wail.
I shrugged and went for a random one,
What will hurt if I'm just gonna have some fun.
So, up the hills I went,
Breathing the forest scent...

Author's Note

This was actually an assignment on my English Literature class. Please let me know what I should do to make the poem above better.