Watching the vivid sunset poke in and out of the trees
Fields stretched out in all directions
Patterns were all I could see
The rows in the fields and the straight posts of the fences
Equal numbers of trees lined up against the horizon
The sky was painted like a beautiful canvas
Colors like blue, purple, orange, and yellow
Small hills jutted out like crooked teeth
I noted the artistic qualities of the world
Walking anywhere the road would take me