To see in colors
The calming green
Soothing blue
Tender purple
But also the wrathful red
Burning orange
Blinding yellow
Overwhelming black
Blurry misty gray in between

To hear the rustling sound of a plastic bag
As it drifts through the wind
Dancing in the cold breezy air of november
Leaves shed from the trees
Sweeping the desolate highway
But also the deafening sound of civilization

Sometimes to witness rain starts dripping
Hitting a puddle of water on the side of the road
Creating waves of circles
Interfering with each other
But also the flood washing away pieces of humanity
Leaving nothing behind