The road continues

Author’s note: This is an extension to my original poem, The Road. 

Trees stand tall and limp

Hoping none will fall

Burst with colors galore

Wanting to see more

You don’t mind it’s cloudy

The air is mist

Taking in Nature’s beauty

You can’t resist

The road becomes narrow

Gas is low

No exit approach

God is your coach

Rain begins to pour

The road is no more

Fear begins to grow

Your voice is an echo

Making a right

Continue to drive along

Nothing’s in sight

Something must be wrong

Birds singing outside

Music to your ears

Road opens wide

Suddenly sun appears

The car slowly stops

You exhale

Experiencing another trail

Wipe away teardrops

Said by the Savior

Rest is promised

Feel no longer burdened

You’re calm and refocused

The road is now clear

Because God is always near

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Mathew 11:28