The riddle peppered the mind like a satellite stalled in space
A brass horn leaned pitched against the Eiffel Tower
Time guided them beyond the pure-white snow
The message delivered strength in a vivid imagination
The nest led to a different tree, could be cypress, could be myrtle, maybe even almond
The off-road sign sprinkled his heart with joy
The silent voice gifted him with peace
The cowboy knew the clean-oil would shoot above the clouds sprouting a good-fortune drizzled in gold
You have an amazing way with words!
Awe, thanks Betty.