Drawing a Path

So you're wondering down a winding path
and before you know it
you're at the end of a dead end road
and at the end
there is nothing;
but trees, sticks and stones

above you,
the sky is as blue as a newborn's eyes
the clouds are as soft as a puppy's cry
The air is as inviting to you
as it is to a kite,
on a somber windy day
This roadblock is inviting you to take an adventure
it is begging you to stay.
pleading with you to pave its way.
 and below you:
 there's dirt,
this dirt if soft and fertile
this dirt is untouched but ready to be churned
this dirt is a new foundation
fresh from winter's fallen snow
there's even room for nature to grow.

but:

You see a road block with no path you know.

but what you dont see are that there are no boulders,
in front of you there is nothing too big that you cannot hold

so make your own path, give it go.