On the curving ribbon roads
I travel through the mist
That kisses the mountain top
And surrounds my window tip
The waterfalls look rivers
Of milk flowing forth from the heavens
The lush green carpet of grass
Is patched with patterns of colorful flowers
The clouds returning home
Look like ships coming ashore
A few birds huddled on a wet tree
Shudder and send a water spree
Shaking water from their feathers
They warm up before the day’s work