The bridge was old and wobbly. The bridge is over the top of a flowing small river. There were different coloured leaves all around from the trees that were close by. These leaves were also on the bridge.
I just want to be home, a place where i find peace and comfort. Where beauty is everywhere you look and is natural. The air is crisp and fresh. The only sounds you hear are animals and leaves blowing in the trees. Country roads take me home.