Red and orange hide the blue sky,
each second they flood my vision,
soon it is all I see,
it overtakes the sight of the leaves and branches,
I become mesmerized,
focusing only on the next glimpse of red I will get,
holding onto the idea that they will never end,
then I turn and I see it with all of it’s glory.
No reds,
no oranges,
yet that is what makes it beautiful,
the contrast of stone to red,
and intricate marksmanship
to nature.
