Stop on your another step..
You might step on faults..
While you at your own,
There is no one to catch..
Its a route that blind you..
Cuts and blood will definitely do..
Strength that left when you breath of the trees,
The moist on the tips of the leaves..
You might lost,
You might struggle,
You might come to relativity..
When you do,
It is not a route of killing wild,
It is a route of taming nature..