A Commuter's Revelation

That drive It’s like no other You begin within the confines of humanity Journey across its ingenuity With an awed gasp at the span of potential fulfilled As it glitters, reflecting off the muddy waters The spires that pass above tell of harmony Between imagination and trigonometry The abstract and the stoic That is the brainchild of mankind Then there are the silent watchers Whose patience overbears Like the immenseness of their stature White-capped, standing steadfast The three guardians of a valley That shifts beneath their feet To flee their influence Is to draw further into it Now the watchers grow in number And their protection shields even against The harpoons of the sun The colors of their tribe are painted Green, upon every leaf Joy is in the brightened fruit and Somber are the muted tones of Those who put the dead to rest At once you feel both Impelled to circumvent this hallowed ground To so preserve its sanctity And the desire to be absorbed within it To lose yourself in such dynamic dormancy So you pass through with reverence And awe, gathering the sense That there is something true About this place Which strikes a chord within a wandering soul Then, emerging from the sanctuary Spy humans’ work of different palette That which brings security and comfort A daily life and a routine Juxtaposed to throws of nature Lies the everlasting equilibrium Between sophistication and the civilized