Forest

The sleepers to be woken The dreams to be broken Dawn is coming and the world will start anew.

Graveyard at Sunset A bus passes, The line number lit the same color as the sunset. Orange dusky sunset shines through the tree trunks like blank sheets of paper. Birds chirp and swarms of gnats are lit by a rusty halo. The egg yolk reflects in a marble gravestone Next to a quietly rustling flag.