Created

Shadow. This is the random noun I was given to write about. The poem today is to write about the color of this random word. I feel mine was an interesting one to get. I hope I did it justice.

Rod E. Kok
October 27, 2018

In eastern skies,

dark oranges turn

lighter.

Our sun casts its warmth

over everything.

From beige deserts

to yellow fields of canola,

shadows disappear

into daylight.

Golden wheat basks

in the glow,

green forests awaken.

Rays traverse the land,

forging ahead with hope.

East to West,

here to there;

the shadows of life

come and go,

coloring our world

with heat and cold.

Such is the way

it was created.