Rhyme 3

Look to the West and what do I see
A monarch butterfly chasing after me
Vivid orange wings that glow in the light
As the sun sets behind, it's a brilliant sight
A gradient of color smeared in the sky
The beauty alone could arrest my eye
Low on the horizon, a treacherous deep blue
Devours the spectrum of color, erasing the view
As night claims the sky, the stars come alight
The night roaming creatures begin to take flight
I lay on my back in this vast desert plain
Where all is quiet, peaceful and sane
Land caresses my body, a mattress of dust
And I find a warm blanket in the soothing gust
Of wind tucked lightly around me as I lay
While high up above comets cascade and play
The freedom and power could make me weep
So I close my eyes and begin to count sheep
And as the darkness ingurgitates me
I am no more than the horizon, I see.