hurried life

the green leaves turn golden
as the sun sinks lower
across the empty field
brown from lack of rain
cars pass
up the hill
down the hill
in a hurry going somewhere
home
work
dinner
a funeral
a birthday party
everyone is heading somewhere
always
how many of those people
as they speed from place to place
stop and watch the setting sun
illuminate the cloud to pinks and oranges
rays spreading like fingers to the heavens
not even stop and watch
how many of them so much as notice
the world outside their windows
too many live solely
in the worlds inside their heads
never stopping to notice
the beauty that surrounds us