Morning,
As
The
Sun
Tilts
West,
I Paint
The
Mountain
Crest
In
Shades
Of
Black,
White,
And
Grey,
But
Today,
I Saw
The
Overlay
Of
Tans
And
Browns
That
Surround
The
Bumps
And
Hollows
That
My
Minds
Brush
Follows.
The
View
Remains
Entirely
New,
In
An
Ever
Changing
Breakfast
Game,
To
Capture
The
Image
I Strive
To
Claim.