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.
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...