I walk along these empty trails
And ask myself how I’ll prevail.
A swollen sun sets far away
Reflections on another day.
Each blade of grass waves in the breeze
And breeze blows breath through solid trees
Orange light from sleepy sky
Illuminates the trees nearby
Resplendent sunshine beckons bright
Calls out to purply-blues of night.
Does this knoll hide truths of old?
Dark secrets ‘neath these fields of gold.
