To The Window, To The Wall!

by

A line of tall trees,
Branches hanging from above,
A road that leads to the sunset.
A tall tree--
Thick and Bold--
Watching above us.
The trees are gone,
What used to be a home.
But something always reminds--
A road that leads to the sunset.

-- Winter 5:32 P.M. --
The sky fills with shades of red and purple.
Street lights begin to shine bright.
In the distance,
I can still see homes.

The trees and their branches,
Lit by the sun on the horizon.