Crawling over the dirt

the engine in the blue station wagon hums

full of life, covered in dirt.

There's nothing but two simple trails of dirt

one for each set of tires

trees, luscious wild life, space surround the car

civilization is no where to be found.

Silence fills the air

brightening the colors; greens, blue, brown, orange

even the log ten feet ahead looks beautiful

crossing the two lines of dirt, forcing it to end.