Tuesday 16 June 2009

The Rider's Ride

Wont forgive the long dead Beethoven either.


It all started on a bright summer morning;
Gentle breeze, singing birds and blue skies.
In no time, it was all cold, dark and pouring;
Yes it's time for ripe fruits and yellow leaves.

Even before a solitary leaf grazed the ground;
Everything around froze without a warning.
Flashes of winter and a glimpse of the spring;
It all ended on a bright summer morning.

In the company of a flock of golden eagles;
Was soaring high up above the mighty alps.
Plunged into the depths of the great oceans;
To glide with a gam of the great blue whales.

Moments later, was darting with the lions;
Playing with the lion cubs and deer calves.
Visited the water holes with the elephants;
And in no time reconvened with the eagles.

Simulating emotions delicately interwoven;
And a million exotic experiences aplenty.
It was an exhilarating ride with Beethoven;
On the chariot led by his ninth symphony.