The power lines and the surrounding forest were silhouetted by the sky which had become many vibrant shades of pink, purple, and red as the sun set. In truth the power lines had not been there long having been placed there by humans to serve their needs. Someday the sun will set on them for the final time, but that day is not this day.
This is a story written for Three Line Tales week 66. The goal is to write a story that is three lines long using a photo prompt. You can find the challenge post here.