Poetic Pathways: 'The Road Not Taken' With Music & Birdsong

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And,

Sorry,

I could not travel both,

And be one traveller long I stood,

And looked down one as far as I could,

To where it bent in the undergrowth,

Then took the other as just as fair,

And having,

Perhaps,

The better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though,

As for that,

The passing there Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh,

I kept the first for another day,

Yet,

Knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I,

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.