A painted portrait

A Painted Portrait

I sit upon a mound of grass,
Relax, kick off my shoes
And look up in the open sky
To get a perfect view

I stare upon the mountain side
That bundles up and then collides
The hills in front turned powdered white
Are lost under the snow

The monsterous woods are miles away
Together standing tall
Compared to the rock they stand upon
The millions seem so small
And I still stand in awe

As seasons change
And colors fade
The greens of leaves
Turn orange and grey
From summer nights
To winter days
One thing still remains

A portrait painted in the sky
For every day that has arrived



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