There is, but only one

A path appeased by God

With scent'd trails to every feet take

An affair to ev'ry souls fare

Beyond gracious lit shimmers

In an ordinary hay, it yields 

Some gleams how yearn for a step

Into its bosom behind the fogy day

          
All mortal creatures come to wish

For the sake of its dying race

Grasping the quiet moods

Embodied by God's prayers

Immortals acquiesce most

No laments nor thirsty calls

For humility prevails and always be

That beauty revealed momentously

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~