Poem
On the bridge of dreams, a bird perched high,
Gazing at the horizon, in the golden light sky,
Dark mountains, a heavy-laden sky,
Contrast with the hope of a new day’s sigh.
The radiant sun, a shining golden ring,
Illuminates the scene with a comforting cling,
Bare branches, silent witnesses to view,
Of a nature that breathes, under shaded blue.
Each stone of the bridge tells a tale,
Of life’s passages, moments of hail,
The bird sings softly, its melody clear,
On this bridge of dreams, where all is light and near.
