My Road Taken

Two valleys emerged in autumn brown wood,
And worry I had not to travel both
And as myself, with a smug smirk on a snow white face, briefly I stood
And booked around the valley beneath the blue sky of of fluffy white clouds that energized one as fast as nature could
To spot a zig with fairies flying as sparkling white lights and gold too in the shambled undergrowth;
Then my mind became confused as the angry sky showed I was now on the other valley just as fair,
And wondering perhaps of another's claim,
Because about there was heavy gray angry clouds in a sky a little lighter gray and rutty undergrowth of another valley came my way
Though I am now passing there
Had worn the wet rain cold as unreally not the same,
And both the valleys from God equally lay
In crisp leaves from old undergrowth beneath my step that left another trodden imprint of black.
Oh, I had slept the first valley in my mind like another sweet smelling autumn brown woodsy day!
Yet allowing how way breeds onto this other stormy way,
I shouted as if that first dreamlike valley would not come back,
I fell while shouting with a sigh
Somewhere remembering and remembering the other valley as if it were bright ages hence;
Two valleys again emerged in a sparkling puddle of dancing gold and sparkling white lights, and I -
I saw the first one I traveled by,
And the shouting that moment I twas in fear the fairies lights shining made all the difference.