poem on picture

A trail that never ends. 
Trees with not many leaves. 
Is this a place of beauty, or a place of
misery.

I go down this trail and what
do I see.  Nothing but a
surplus of  brown blurred out
trees.

The grey blue sky fills this place.
How long will it take before
it is replaced?  How long will it take
before the sun comes down
and all you can see is a dead
beat tree?

Will this trail ever end?  Or will
it keep on going, like the earth we live
in?