One Seven-billionth

Water so dark So thick, like paint. Sky so bright So blue, It hardly has a color. Through the tunnel Spiderwebs overhead Rust lining the tube. Resurfacing on the other side An entirely different scene. Water like glass A thin sheet, Nothing beneath. Sun creating shadows behind the Treetops peeking out of the water. The trees grow below Or, grew below, That is. The water buried those trees in their graves. Tiny fish, the color of the water, Live in the glass topped graves The birds fly above the glass in the colorless sky. I lay on the board And close my eyes My eyelids glow red underneath. I would stay forever if I could. It's too bad, even now, I can't even recreate this moment in a memory. A day so wonderful, time couldn't even make it more beautiful.