The father's hands

The father's hands (pathways)

Walking down this path, having the father walk with me.
With a standing, clapping ovation
The trees Waves and claps it leaves,
Each with their different colors
They stand at attention side by side
Watching for who to guide through the dark path only enemies can hide.
Still the father's hands makes me feel safe in this lonely road.

High up in the sky the clouds shapes it whites and blues like a bird wanting to fly,
The wooded hill covers the other trees making it impossible for another to see.
The grass is covered like that of a green hill where the rocks are fixed to the ground;
Now this is what I've found
Though the atmosphere is all breezing and relaxing they won't guide me in this path,
When it's dark the light fades away the leaves may die down,only the father's hands can lead me through pathways.