was backlit by such a masterpiece
of burnt orange and amber swirling
shimmering off every dripping leaf
as golden rays fought through the clouds
to pour themselves upon the ground
refracted through the glistening creek
that soon the storm would heighten
Reflections swayed and dissipated
in ripples from the coming rain
casting breathless dancing shadows
as the churning sky was devoured in grey
A portrait spilled upon the earth in purest form
such boundless worth that went completely unobserved
by eyes transfixed on devices
What a waste
What a waste
I guess true artists still create when no one cares
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