Path ( not finished)

I am the path were lush green grass feeds off the sun's rays and gives birth to life all around.

I am the path were gun shots echo from a hunter catching his pray
and where the crunching of leaves turn into little pieces of nothing.

I am the path of roaring thunder and heart pounding rains that floods the lands that drowned anything in it's path,only the animals up high can hide from my current of hatred.

I am the path were the clouds sore away and in the distance birds make there calls for there future love ones yet to come.