The Fairy Path

Just down the road from where I live
There winds a path of earthen brown,
The sound of passing cars grows faint
As on and on I wander down.
In summer, syrup sunshine pours
And sparkles on the stream below;
In winter, Jack Frost coats the grass
With icing and his flakes of snow.
But autumn, winter, summer, spring,
The waterfall still cascades down,
And in the trees the fairies watch
Me walk their path of earthen brown.