#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun.

The sky ablaze with vibrant hues of gold and red,
Casting a warm glow upon the world below.
The river, once a mirror, now dances with the light,
Reflecting the beauty of nature's grand...