A Fool's Walk

Starting slowly, cautious, cool.
Drifting only to it's shade,
A fool, with a guarded fool,
Smiles as it's game is played.

The sun sets to coming night
As two together wander off
To its shady, woody light,
Smiling at what some would scoff.

Moonlight shines though passing clouds
Sifting down to forest floor
Strained and dimmed by leafy shroud
Till barely shining anymore.

Happily lost and wholly rapt,
Along the barely glanced at paths,
Walks sap in hand with happy sap
And from them both comes happy laughs.

Hardly seeing where they go,
Not quite certain of the way.
Know their lost? Yes, they know.
But they seem happy anyway.