changes, same highway

coming across the mountains
having burned in the sun all blazing day
as heat was not the only adversary
notes of a song keep coming right on time
growing momentum like a train picking up steam
expertly taking the curves this road
slides in between these ridges and forests
snaking around theses rivers and cool meadows
accounting for the drastic shades and bright coloring shine
multiple corners open faces and landscapes of delicate rock
emitting the vibration of this spot
hidden under the surface of natures beauty
incredible silence except for the
great hum of leaves rhythmic shivering
high in the sky golden feather clouds cruise by
when one left turn can change a whole destination
and the best day is every day with
your hand in mine

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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