Shifting Seconds

The hills adorned with green tree tops
Each curve shape shifting every second.
The river is dry , construction is on
Piles of sand mimicking the hills behind.
Like toddlers attempting to .. well toddle.
The girls are bickering, men are snickering
Street dogs shivering, camera's picturing.
Raindrops patter down on the glass window.
I love that deep dark smell of wet dug up soil.
The trees are slender, streets warned of wild
Heaps of devotees line up before the deity
Religion is beyond my scope of understanding.
Nature, poetry, psychology are my forte
Naivety, gullible, innocent some synonym.
The hills are crowned with a wisp of white
Each curve shape shifting every second.