like sunlight through the day.
The land's as smooth as evening sky,
wide as the milky way.
The roads in Georgia twist and swerve
'round hills and over bends.
You never see past that next curve,
much less your journey's end.
But what I once thought limiting-
those hundred thousand trees-
I've now seen dressed in shades of Spring,in variegated greens!
Such wonder! when at every turn
a forest comes in view
that with each winding, weaving step
seems to be birthed anew.
A desert road is beautiful
with stunning, open space.
Its grandeur is of sunsets, stars,
horizons to be chased.
But life is lived much closer here
with beauty all around;
a path too straight can't find the things
close by that should be found.
Were I a road in Georgia's hills
I too would twine about
to see the trees' green tapestry
link hills and streams and clouds.