By Hasti Saber
The Highway, where the ocean shines like silver,
I find a path of dreams,
flying towards the setting sun,
where magic truly has begun.
Water glistens in the glowing, soft light,
as I race toward the peaceful night,
waves sing a sweet, melodic song,
a melody that makes my heart shake.
The highway takes me on a lessonsful ride,
through mountains, and beautiful fields,
the whispering wind tells me secrets,
as I leave all my worries behind.
The water, just like an artistic brush,
paints a masterpiece with every gush,
the crashing waves echo, an orchestra’s sound,
as the ocean and the highway are bound.
As the sun sets and darkness falls,
the highway calls,
twinkling stars light up my way,
following their ray, I continue my pay,
Loudly, the highway speaks,
whispering secrets and mysteries,
with every turn, I see a new adventure,
On my journey, there is no time for hesitation.
As the highway becomes my guiding light,
and I reach my destination,
the sound of the ocean waves echoes through the night, splash!
I smile widely, for the high is my inspiration.
Art, is here in all its forms,
on this highway, I have no fear,
for in this moment, I am completely free,
and the highway is where I can truly be me.
Artful aspiration awakens an appreciative audience,
but even in this beautiful place,
I cannot escape from the human race,
even on the highway, there’s room for error.