Do you know the feeling at dusk,
(exiting some familiar woods)
nearly visible through the vegetation
a field you know to be, the sky your
mind sees, appearing only as strange shapes.
A disjointed scene. The borders blackened by
leaves and branches, but within the landscape
filters through, a mosaic of colors;
as the Sun sets a yellow layer,
orange another, far beneath
a dark receding green.
No longer sky, sun, and earth but
Nature's own collage,
fragmented "modern art"
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