Truck in the trees

A truck in the trees on hill above a town
Haunting dreams that keep sleep at bay
During a storm
The wind rattles the window pains
Trying to be heard through the rain
Soon the snow will hide all the changing colours
As the day turns into another
Followed by the season
The noon is like a period at the end of a sentence
Never read and hardly recognized
We are here for a short time
In the bigger world
It is a wonder
A truck is the trees
On hill to the right
Above a town

Lost in the fog
Makes little sense
The truth on the radio
Piped in through the walls at dawn