An old hiking trail
Worn down over time
By countless footsteps.
A once pristine forest
Now carrying the scars
Left by those gone before.

I find myself drawn to it
Like an old friendship
Standing the test of time
With deep-rooted strength.
Those trees still there,
A sign of what one can endure.

A bit less polished.
Its beauty not readily seen
By most who pass through it.
Until one slows down enough to see,
It isn’t superficial.
It lies at its core.