Flights to Glory - Poem
They were many to tread,
Each left scars,
Each carved a painful day,
But formed a beautiful memory.
The vehicle made through the curve,
Zipping ahead in the dense rain.
Forest on either sides,
The roads were heart warming.
Water droplets playing on the glass,
Brought a dream to the fore front.
Hope sprouted like a new plant,
All ready to grow to a height.
Drenched in the rain of dreams,
Shivering to the teeth,
Running to keep the meet,
Life now had a purpose.
Having hot steaming coffee,
A warmth spread through out.
Told as a tale of a different series,
This night was full of hope,
Gave rise to a path of doom.