12/31/15- New Year

Driving on to the New Year,
Passing the scenes of Life.
The empty field,
A few trees huddled together,
Exposed and bare on an airplane field.

My empty heart, hope, and faith
Separated from the forest.
Yet, a happy child,
Clouds a heavy presence over the dying forest,
The polluted gray town, the farmland,
And an endless road.

It is all that I am leaving behind.