It’s a whole lot of nothing.
Yet it means everything.
How did it get there?
Just fell from the sky and landed
Right in place.
One day humans will take it,
Ruining it’s purity.
Sure it’s ugly, rocks and brown ground.
But cows and animals roam the land
And blue sky above
With 83 degree wind that feels nice
White clouds cover the hot orb
Shadows cast over the hills
Lone houses scattered everywhere
And small rivers along the long road.
Feels like we’re in the middle of nowhere,
Because we are.
And nowhere is better than there.