An old railroad reached across the land,
A rusted line of metal that once set the path
For many lost passengers.
But just a mile ahead, the road
like a twisted tree, diverges into three unique branches;
On the right of this unintentional boundary
A strong, rocky figure that stood on the earth
Shadowing over the creatures below.
So tall the peak was barely visible
As it reached high up into the hovering clouds,
Spiraling around the snow-capped peak,
Blending the sky into the land.
At the foot of this mountain
All competing to reach as high as their rocky friend,
But still kept their heads low,
As they were threatened by the mountain’s shadows.
Fragrant wildflowers scattered around the greenery,
Each displaying a unique persona
Some standing above the others,
But nonetheless, each contributed to the picture.
Every stroke of the wind rustled the tall, green grass,
And bobbled the heads of the flowers.
Animating this surreal scenery,
And reminding of its authenticity.
Was a land that humans acquired.
Hard concrete roads traveled to the center of town,
Bustling with shops and restaurants
Laughter and light conversations.
Voices narrating every detail of this small-town life.
But closer to the railroad, voices drowned out.
To be replaced by the echoes of the trains
that once ran tirelessly along these rails.
This neighborhood at the very edge of town,
Where the houses were empty,
And the sidewalks were cracked,
A junk yard imprisoned by metal wires
Was hidden behind despair.