Road In Singing Mood

I am the never-ending road

People think I am dead

They insult me with a pile of garbage

I am never included in anyone's life page

People treat me like a slave

They remember me only as a grave

Every day I am a victim of painful stomps

I take my revenge appearing as humps.

When I go dry and inactive

Rain God pours over to make me active

I smile when he peppers me with his sweet drops

I adore these eternal kinships

I pulsate with vitality drenching in his energy

No one can discern our secret strategy

If you continue to treat me with disdain

I will make you slip and suffer in pain.