Beauty Into Nothing
The path before me stretches for miles,
All I see are trees:
Tall, short wide, skinny, bendy, straight.
The trees hardly block the sun
Through the cloudless sky
Beating down on me.
I can feel the rocks through my shoes,
The very pointy rocks.
The road curves back and forth a bit, not very straight
The sun now setting mixing yellow, orange, and blue.
The darkness soon will follow it,
Beauty into Nothing.