Poem of Canadian Landscape

The Crystal Avenue

By: Joy Wang

Golden sunlight,

shining on snow at twilight,

Dedicating a partydress to the land,

Branches protrude ,

as if reaching for notability,

The chunks of snow,

are the graves of grass,

saying farewell to spring,

Steps away,

lies the bumpy avenue,

still and determined,

to deteriorate the route to the remote faramita,

It would take centuries,

to saunter over the crystal route,

Miles away,

is a world of green,

teemed with hope ,

The jubilation after the conquer of the shiny road,

is overwhelming the crystal avenue.