Where the Road Ends

It’s like walking on a road
lined with trees . . .
green and amber . . .
in the morning breeze . . .

It’s like walking on a road
trimmed by the blue sea . . .
kissed by the sun and wrapped by the wind .

It’s like strolling down the road
decorated with the greenest
of carpets . . .
and the brightest of stars . . .

But what happens
When the road ends?