On a remote farm
In central USA
A beam broke
Through the clouds
And changed
Dusk into day.
Pure white
Light ascended
From the billowing
Grey to the ground
The glare
Was immense
But it didn’t
Make a sound.
It hit the
Earth softly
A single beam
From above
It scanned over
The landscape
It’s purpose no
Human knows of.
Graphing the land
One acre at a time
Comes and goes
As it pleases
With no reason
Or rhyme.
Beautiful! Perfect photo too. Great work.
Thank you!