Along the Mountain Road

The sun peeks a mischievous child In hide and seek, Defrosting the windows with its breath; Mists of a night forgotten by sleep Fading like a ghost bidding farewell. I whisk away the blanket of slumber From my eyes That I may wonder at nature's tears Thaw from crystals In every leaf of greenery While statuesque trees Point to heaven in seeming praise, All these as I traverse The asphalt-paved wrinkles of this Prehistoric giant's face.