Non Nobis Tantum Nati

View From A Window

Looking out of the window as trees go racing past

showing how beauties image can never truly last

colours blurring into a solid stream

reflecting off every surface with a burning gleam

passengers sleeping soundly missing this sight

as the sun descends into a stunning twilight

with rays dancing all around and reds fading to pink

and when the sun has finally passed beyond horizons brink

and instead of nature we see the man made

with street lights and headlights that never fade

With the trees becoming ghostly shadows

with hanging branches resembling met at gallows

the atmosphere changes from the naturally beautiful

to an imaginary place making those fearful

nightmares play out in the dark

Until the morning light comes again leaving no mark

that there was ever any fear present

again into that light so benevolent

until the next dusk

turning the world into a husk

with natural seen by the human eye

when those with imagination run awry

leaving no peace to those who can see

the view of dark monstrosity.