Think of autumn leaves slowly swirling to the ground to join their friends.
Think of the tall trees.
Picture the bark tearing from the trees.
Look how tall they are.
Their branches are bare, like rising knives stabbing at the sky.
What do you see?
I see a country road.
It’s long and winding.
It never ends.
It’s surrounded by dead leaves, trees, and hopeful dreams.
Visions of old times, sights of today, and thoughts of new life.
I was made for this road. The hopeful road. The dreamy road. The never ending road. The old road. The country road.