Driving 55 down the old country roads,

The windows were down in her old 66 square body.

It was about 8:30 one cool summer evening,

The sun was setting.

What beautiful colors-

Reds, oranges, purples, and blues.

There were a few clouds,

But mostly a clear night.

In great awe, she pulled off to the side of the road.

From there, she turned up her music,

That ole 90’s country was playing.

She began picking the wild flowers,

Forgetting all the things that made her begin to drive to begin with.

The sun was setting,

Making picking wildflowers a bit difficult.

Music playing,

She went and laid in the bed of the truck.

Music still playing- that Travis Tritt song comes on,

It’s a great day to be alive.

The sun at this point is set,

She’s now looking up into the sky of nothingness.

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold,

A place once so magical now hurt to behold.