Sunset Throught the Trees

The piney scent of dead leaves,
wafts through the crisp autumn air,
triggers goose bumbs on the spine,
and a loud, staid silence.
Watch through the branches,
As the shimmering, golden orb sinks
Beneath the hazy pink sky
Welcoming the cool embrace
of the autumn night.
The taste of the breeze,
chalky and dusty from the east,
Soothes a nostaligia deep within.
The enormity of life's problems fade
as does the hum of traffic in the distance
and the burden becomes light.
The roughness of the tree bark,
grips the grainy dirt within its creases,
as the tree sap oozes out the cracks.
Gazing toward the purple sky,
the mystic globe disappears,
as each breath synchronizes
with the heartbeat of the earth
and no camera could capture,
a moment this beautiful.