• Pathways


    It’s exhilarating to feel

    The wind rushing past you,

    Like the scenery of green and blue

    Speeding past your eyes

    Hearing the whoosh of air

    As it runs a marathon across your face

    Suddenly, the once dark sky

    Is drenched in a colorful array

    Of purple, red, and orange

    Like spilt paint across an easel.

    A burst of warmth hits your face

    Screaming for you to open your eyes.

    Slowly, your eyelids lift

    And take in the sight before you.

    The abstract of purple, red, and orange is gone.

    In it’s place a glowing orb of gold

    Shines down on you,

    Covering the ground with sparkling light.

    As you reach the outskirts of the city

    The sun has imbedded its color

    Into the tall, majestic buildings.

    A thought reaches your head

    Before you can comprehend it,

    “This is the City of Gold.”