Fall, Prehistoric at Evening

The Magic Bus rolls on through autumn's hue, With leaves of gold and red and brown, A prehistoric world comes into view, As evening's shadows gather 'round. The ancient beasts now roam the land, Their power felt in every breath, Their time long gone, yet here they stand, A reminder of life's constant test. The Magic Bus takes us on a ride, Through time and space, past present, past, And as we journey, side by side, We ponder life's meaning, deep and vast. For in this moment, we find a truth, That life is fleeting, but it endures, And though we may not know the proof, We feel its magic and its allure. So let us travel on this bus of dreams, Through fall's beauty ...View all