There is a road
In some perfect world
Where wind
Dances through the branches of the trees
Casting leaping spots of light
Across the face of a rider
The trees stand tall
They are grand and alone
Shading the paved ribbon beneath them
There will come a day when I shall no longer ride
The road and be caressed by its warm sunshine
I’ll look back and feel a valley’s embrace
With colors from a distant holy place
I write this down while my leaves turn from
Green, to amber,
Then deep red
Even leafless
This old tree will not die
For in my place
Winter never comes
Here in these words is
The cradle of all I hold dear
In guarded memories of my roads
And so when I am gone and beneath the mud
Far from the earth’s ears and eyes
I can return to this world close by
And share a glimmer of the simple
Perfection of riding the road

There is a road

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