Canyon
I've driven this road roughly 52 times. I've seen the landscape draped in snow. I've seen the landscape grey and barren But never like this. The sky is being overcrowded with dark clouds All the green stands out in utter brilliance. There are rolling hills with creases of trees And with the occasional jagged rock Reminding us we all have our rough roots.
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