I do indeed worry I’ll fail
To keep to the right mountain trail,
But with GPS as my buddy,
Along with a bit of map study,
I somehow got out and back
While staying mostly on track.
Wet asphalt under cloudy skies Reflecting the glowing yellow-white eyes Of cars responsibly creeping To work when they’d rather be sleeping.
A scene is something that's seen. So, based upon what they mean, I thought they were related - But they're not, and I'm feeling deflated!
Jupiter’s line of moons, Saturn’s shining ring, Luna’s dusty craters - These are spectacular things, All brought here tonight To my own wondering…