Early Works - I See

As I sit upon a hill so very still looking up at the sky I see a bird fly as it glides and veers and only the breeze whistling through the trees it hears. I see the sun die as it goes to sleep where the sky an earth both meet. I see too the clouds so high making ghostly figures in the sky. I see also the shadows on the ground blackening things all around. Darkness is creeping in now as small creatures find shelter somehow, the night now is near and only an owl can one hear as he searches and searches for food through the night. Date unknown