Well, as the title suggests, I wrote this one while we were in the car, on the way home. And no, I wasn't the one driving.

The blue soaked hills

And the clouds to accent

Can you see it?

Can you smell it?

The ice-capped mountains

And the rocky pass

Can you feel it?

Can you hear it?

The wind-swept grass

Upon the meadow ground

The creaking cracking trees

And thier hanging branch

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

Can you hear it?

Can you smell it?

The blue soaked hills

And the white-capped mountains

Sweep away

Drift away

From my reality.