The road less travelled

There is nothing more easy

than the calm road 

where flowers don't bud 

or spring 

or autumn

where no one ever hurts 

or cries

or yells 

where joy never 

alternates with sorrow 

the more you travel

the more seeds open

of love

opposed to nothingness

nothing is brighter

than the road

or newer

or fresher

where space is never degraded

by light 

or dark 

or other time.