A dusty red road
Twisting and turning
Through the elegant trees
covered With multicoloured leaves
whispering and playing
in the soft autumn breeze
Playing and teasing the calm road
That lies still peacefully.
Who cares where it goes
Who cares what’s in the end
Right here is where its now
Right here is where it looks
As pretty as a beautiful painting
Both side lined by graceful trees
Shadow and sunlight painting a scene
As it lies stretched under blue canopy.