Windows to My Soul. (2)

Windows to My Soul. (2)

"The Winding Road." (My Poem)

Metaphorically in tune with Heaven,
Engraved in solid grounds,
Twisting the earth to lead the path,
The winding road whispers its sounds.

Echoing a collection of bird's songs,
Melodies coming from the blue sky,
The winding road leads one's way
Approaching top mountains upon high.

The sunbeam wrenches over the dusted roads.
It lingers and peeps behind the clouds.
Waterfalls and lakes quench all creature's thirst,
While the wind roars scaring the crowds.

The winding road crawls down the horizon.
Bird's songs whimper behind the pines
Arising a whirlpool of emotions.
Basking in their refreshing sounds,
All rhythmical wildlife dances in motion.

Author: Poet Starry Dawn.