Go forth Warily

		Gently sloping lands lie before you - 
		Lush vegetation all the way to the horizon -
		An amazing horizon - 
		So many exotic and wonderful hues -
		It's not that far away...

		You go forth to try your luck - 
		But no sooner do you begin to walk
		Than do crevasses appear.
		The first one is difficult enough to cross -
		And only more appear as you continue on -
		Each one harder than before - 
		But you remember the sight of that horizon,
		And build simple, or sometimes intricate bridges to cross.
		But you know - 
		The further you go, 
		The more difficult and sad it will be to come back 
		Because of the effort you keep on putting in...
		But you stride onwards.

		Slowly, you begin to tire -
		The bridges are becoming difficult,
		And memories of the horizon are fading - 
		The vegetation is slowly dying,
		The earth becoming arid land.
		You are still loath to turn back - 
		But finally it becomes all too hard,
		And you do turn back -
		Weeping as you go -
		Remembering the pains it took to make each bridge.

		You continue back -
		No longer weeping,
		But still racked by pain at what the land has become -
		Still not understanding why it has happened this way.
		After a time, 
		You finally arrive where you began -
		And take one last look at the parched land,
		And curl up in the shade to wearily fall asleep.

		You awaken -
		And find you have moved on -
		A different landscape awaits you -
		A beauteous scene -
		But what do you do?
		You are afraid that attempting to cross it
		Will doom the land to what happened before...
		But it is beautiful - 
		And that horizon is so close...