Long ago, highways away, before the snow, the days turned grey.
Silhouettes of strong oaks turned to maples turned to willows turned to ash,
baby blue breath sky behind them,
glittering gilded cloud above them.

I watched the sunset in the gold!

The gold turned cold by brilliantly burning bright for one lasting moment.
Silhouettes of strong men turned to women turned to home turned to children,
whispering soft tuned pink cloud around them,
shimmering shade of lavender surround them.

I watched as stars rose in the cold!

The cold turned to gold in the fog I only vaguely vividly remember.
Silhouettes of green turned to yellow turned to orange turned to red November,
trying to flee facing a mirror ahead of them,
flying wishing away the fear beneath them.

I watched as the dog moon cracked in half!

A star turned to raining arrow sling shot from Orion's arching bow.
Silhouettes of planets turned to comets turned to meteors turned to dust,
sparkling without a sound as it fell all about them,
listening to the thirteenth kitten purr without them.

I watched as the world went on a wild ride!