The woods are lovely dark and deep
Line from the poem By Robert Frost

Life is a journey not a destination
all have miles to travel ,miles to go
choices of which road to take, often
trouble and perplex the mental station-

the woods are lovely, mysterious and free
so much hidden so much to seek and see,
a haven for some , a home for many, many.
elves to play and witches to prey and peep.

still the woods are lovely with treasures replete
princes ride with swords, cut out their track
through dangerous darkness ,love leads their way
bravely they dash to awaken the treasure treat.

The woods are lovely dark and deep.