All those fresh leaves, pale yellow, never trodden, on the road not taken, envied the road always taken. They didn't know how the well-trodden leaves felt, everytime a traveller walked over them. Trampled and crushed, rotten unlike the fresh yellow of the road not taken. Ignored and never cared for, or trampled and abandoned, what's better? Either way, you make no difference. Or do you? #twgnature Do you? As is evident from the Frost-ian reference, inspired from the poem 'Road Not Taken'.
