I had created a new path through the forest that day,

Equipped with wooden outposts and all necessities,

Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

An object, with a fleeting shine caught my face,

And I, in reasonable disillusion, buried that evil sight which mocked me so.

I had created a new path through the forest that day.

 

Nevertheless, my curiosity revolted against me, I suppose,

And I, timid as the animals themselves, uncovered the strange mystery

Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

Dare I look at such a strange object, foreign to nature itself?

No, but yes.  It was my trail before all else.

I had created a new path through the forest that day.

 

It was of nature, now that I recall, but not at the next moment.

My untrained hands examined the frigid copper

Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

However, I found the weathered coin unreadable, but the Moon’s Eagle hailed from another life,

When all the Star Scout required was the ground before him and the sky above,

had I created a new path through the forest that day,

Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart?