I sat alone on mountain high
my hand upon my heart
the setting sun was drawing nigh
I’m captured by its art.

The golden mounds of yesterday
glow brightly in the sun
the daylight fades into the shades
of what is yet to come.

The howling wind began to sing
on summits touching sky
as blue turns into velvet red
where gold begins to die.

The earth it speaks
and in its...