Human Nature

Dulled cars glide slowly along the grey tracks--
Machines on a conveyor belt
Or insects creeping
In front of the blurred houses,
Uniform in position like grim sentinels,
Lost in winter,
Fuzzy in the drizzling rain,
Unremarkable in comparison
To the rolling hills of brilliant green,
Folds of grass wrinkling like soft sheets
Glistening in the downpour--
Thriving with new life.
Spring.