Interstate 5 Poem by Maura Sánchez

Blackened dry mounds
Curves away as it frowns
Leaves with their auburn browns
The trees with the sun drown

Dilapidated tree
Broken by the sounds
Wishing to be free
But when it tries breaks down

Three dimensional view
And that water so blue
Live grass still has dew
And I the only one that knew

Mountains look wrinkled
But breathtaking in all the ways
Though not shiny I saw it twinkle
From far, far away

Bushes brown and green
All together seem
To make the rock colors beam
The scenery is fit for a dream