Peach sweet ripe sky, reflects on a mellifluous road
shadows dare not cast a slithering darken shade
wheel ruts hold cream yellow stagnant puddles
between raised high ground of  middle red hue
pine's stand roadside as sentinels with pointed swords
ever fearing to sully the honey lane with drop needles
moss meanders but never enters the travelers trail
nestling under the sheltered shade of roadside pines

Noon passes and the day grows long with the setting sun
bark skeletons come forth and cast a gloom presence
their dark tendrils reaching far across the golden road
bear branches dare where pines hesitated to tread
casting filigree softly they caress the golden warm earth
evening's song takes hold, when sky purple highlights bloom
night croaker's invite the sentinels to come forth, lo' do battle
defend your golden lady against the Slough of night shades

In cooling evening starlight before the luminous moon rise
on the winds of twilight, evergreens show their many spikes
gaining power over the bare bark warriors of quagmire marsh
the moon breaches zenith coming to aid and defends the lane
a mighty battle is waged until pitch-dark before the dawn
at cockcrow evergreens know they have stood fast in the night
that noonday sun will again banish the dark marsh specters
and the honey golden traveling lady will shine into the distance