The bridge of nowhere

Long long ago in the mystical city of nowhere
over the meadows and over the country fair
old white rickety bridge stretched for a mile.
Best of its kind and better than most aisle.......

Quite a few summer rays like rainbow halo reach,
through canopy of leaves amidst northern breeze.
An oak tree silently bowed down like a knight,
deep in prayer meditating on  mystical  true light.....

Underneath,a brook ran for the rendezvous
to embrace it's lover across mountain blue.
A pelican ever so stealthy look upon it's prey
while a melange of fishes swim in an array.........

On bridge, clandestinely a he and she hold hands.
A blush, a yes  soon the sorrowed heart mends.
Vows and promises made; sealed on that very bridge,
A nightingale presiding agreed in perfect pitch........

At dusk play of colors against the  bridge solitary,
a perfect utopian exhibition of nature's  mystery.
The poet smiled for the fortunate stroke of serendipity,
how could she let off without writing a sight so pretty.......

                        THE END