More on Writing

I wanted to use colors.

Some days its Angel Falls in my head

The sun hits the mist and I begin at red

Then explore the morning of orange and yellow

In fields of green the scene starts to mellow

Blue waves crash and reshape the shore

Eve ignites indigo, a soothing flame I implore

Under the crown of violet what began has ended

And with the sum of it all a blank page becomes splendid