Highway
The highway, a usually dreaded place
Angry drivers and clouded traffic
The sound of speeding monsters and honking horns

But sitting in the passenger side
Watching the flashes of the road go by
You realize the slightest bit of beauty

You notice a pink and orange sunset drifting away
Bright autumn leaves in the forest beside you
Fields of maize whisk away
Vivid thoughts waft through your mind

You picture the creature prancing around the forest
Squirrels scurry up trees
Songbirds cling to berries
Rabbits frolic through meadows

Suddenly you blink
The visions fade as you look
Only to find the highway
Dancing away behind you