The Road

The road It stretches out before me, the yellow center line holding my attention. It tells me that humankind has tried and made its mark known and imprinted here. But from the woods, the trees stretch their trunks angling across the tarmac, A canopy of leaves umbrella across the lanes dropping leaves upon the blackness, The colors blend the black macadam into reds and yellows and greens. The sun etches streams thru the branches down to the lines and flows around the bends. the road disappears and nature reclaims its place If only for the moment, the world is clean and pure again, alive with living and life. Squirrels and birds clatter in the trees and brush, running and racing thru the leaves. A truck rumbles in the distance. Everything suddenly scatters and man leaves his mark yet again.