Long After The Road Stops


Long past where the roads end.
Away from it all.
Where the wildflowers bloom.
And the trees tower tall.

Raw beauty fills your view.
And nature, your heart.
All along the crimson trail.
This landscape, priceless art.

Here, the mountains become your guide.
The sun, your clock.
Far away from it all.
Long past, where the roads stop.

Lost in nature.
You find yourself.
Discovering deep,
The actual meaning of wealth.

No amount of coin
Will buy your smile.
Not at least,
Like one more mile.

Down this deep red trail
A jump, skip and hop.
For, your happiness is found,
Long after the road stops.

 


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