The Sky Stirs

The sky glows with a dance

of crimson and gold 

The mountain a sentinel of

shadowing boulder 

Every color stands as one

not knowing where one ends and 

the other begins. 

Clouds dancing across the indigo 

banister. Only the horizon witnessing 

the promenade occurring above. 

The waves stir below, jealous of the 

flirtation between sky and sun, 

Little do they know that the dance 

would be incomplete without them.

For the waves waltz with the land 

as the sun sways with the sky

All to the rhythm provided by 

the breath of the earth.