As I drive
By a field
I see  hydro towers
Hydro towers that Eriely look like
Ancient Native American
Art
I am in awwww
Only man create something
That surreal

Purple, Orange, Red and Blue,
Those are the colors I see when I'm with you.
The stars shine bright,
Hoping to spare a glance at your beauty, tonight.

Planted Seeds
now Tumbleweeds
Tangled in the Brush
if it is True Love
is there really any Rush?

Rust Colors things Differently
Now days

It was last night
that the white monster
sneaked unseen
across the quiet country.

Silently hovering
above the fields
swallowing all
what came on it's path

Over the vast fields
I noticed that he silently
but surely did his job
covering all in mist

Only the tallest trees
were lucky enough
to tower above his
growing power.

Early morning sun
already warming up
trying to contain evil

Through the shreds
she evaporated the mist
with pale golden rays

The idyllic picture
brought melancholy
to my heart.

If only everything
was so easy too
overcome.