My Life is the Road

the freedom of the open

the outside

the smell

of rubber, and asphalt.

My Life is the Mountains

the booming silence

of those enormous Majesties.

My Life is the Desert

the painted rocks

the aroma of Life

in an alien landscape

that I call Home.

My Life is the Winter,

the coldest,

deepest, snow-filled Winter;

Yet my Life is the Summer,

full of vivacity and adventure.

My Life is the Spring,

just beginning to bloom

and blossom

into something

amazing;

Yet my Life

is the Autumn,

a part of it ending,

but soon to bring something

even more amazing.

My Life is Fleeting Permanence,

gone in the blink of an eye,

but always present