Crossing Those Bridges of Wonder

The turbid clouds hover mountains of fluttering maples,spruces and pines while I am crossing those bridges of wonder, adjoined by sturdy steel cables that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate; man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature... a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates! Rageful rivers resent their lament, as fast currents struggle to find an inlet; my hard breath surrenders to an unchallenged fear! From above danger is like the force of gravity, I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind still whips it with the strength of a twister, blowing the pristine white sand... turning it into a whirling dust cloud only to diminish my visibility! Let me cross those bridges of wonder, in spite of lightning and thunder... I'll brave the fiercest storm, as long as courage allows me to proceed; night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts, but nothing would make my will recede to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice! When warriors are faced by a threat, they don't turn back and accept defeat, no doubt can thwart their plan: it's either death or glory, unsurmountable pain or joy; their ego is hardly broken through dire! Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander, and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!