Along a Path I Follow by Yair Morales

Square on route

Right on track

As I lay my foot on gravel,

My eyes roam flowers as red as apples.

Tall trees swivel and Crack,

Is that rain that patters on my Back?

For I’ve left my station some time ago,

And the heat across the sky is ever so slow.

When mismatched rocks kiss upon my boot,

Up on the path? a lost pursuit.

Azure hands will have graced wood,

Of Green lands that have Withstood,

The Red summer flame and boil,

That makes Ash and blood blessed Yellow Soil.

When sharp white beats across earth's harvest,

Grain and Crop of only the darkest.

brilliant black winter sky,

Will you make my memories lie worth hereby?

And when street rain washes down,

Nature paths and river towns,

Tigers Bless and cleanse the Waters,

As they sit below throne altars.

And when rainbows shine today,

Much Like yesterday’s rainy sorrows,

Tigers come and watch what follows

Strewn about much like skies and swallows

And when clouds begin to form,

Torn along the path I go,

I have no need of time to borrow,

Dragons come and go just like the Morrow.

In all due process.

With all due respect.

I’ve had my merry way.

And I’ll get there any time, any day.

in other words,

I'm bound to reach the end of this bend,

and say hello to my good old dear friends.