Highway Dawn Companion

Travelling in a car along the highway lane,
I watched the morning wake again.
To my left stretched fields of living green,
With yellow flowers scattered in between.

Above, the sky stood white and blue,
Clear and endless in its view.
Greyish roads ran smooth and wide,
With black-and-white stripes along their side.

The orange sun rose soft and slow,
Spreading its gentle morning glow.
Roadside stalls began to stir,
Preparing warm breakfasts for travellers.

In the fields stood oxen, strong and still,
Ready to plough with patient will.
Two crows and sparrows, side by side,
Chatted on a cable line with pride.

Not far away, white goats grazed free,
Moving calmly like waves at sea.
Far beyond, through morning's veil,
Misty mountains told an ancient tale.

And on a rocky mountain high,
A shape beneath the waking sky—
Its scratched and weathered face seemed to bring
The image of an elephant’s trunk emerging.

Along with us upon the way,
A rider rode through break of day.
Dressed with purpose, sharp and bright,
Journeying onward with focused sight.

He in his bike and we in our car,
Travellers beneath the same morning star.
Companions only for a passing while,
Sharing one long highway mile.