remnants of a once lit world

i sit and look out
at the horizon.
horizon is a funny word;
i would not know it
if i was down among the trees.
but i am high enough
to see above those trees,
mostly evergreens,
their highest points
creating the hills i see
from up above
that world.
to my right the hills
slip away
into the clouds.
to my left
they make peace
with something even tempered.
and straight ahead
that giant sticky candy ball
that is the sun
eats them up
with a lively hunger.
soon only darness remains.
i still have my hills.