Sunset
Dull and gentle
The roar of the highway
Drifts lazily over
Swaying in rhythm
To the motion of the trees
One especially stands
Tall and firm
Oak strong
Leaves green and full
Hissing in the wind
Clouds swim by
Glowing from the horizon
Like painted cotton candy
As the sun slowly drowns
And crickets begin to sing
I lean against the balcony
Wood railing biting soft skin
Air invades my lungs
Fighting my soul
And I exhale
Searching for tranquility