joy in colours

Endless rolling hills 
Drops of greens and blues 
Caress the land and emit your glory 
What thoughts align with such a happy texture 
Every other positive is just an extra 

Scattered amongst the tallest trees
Life has wondered what to leave 
Where History hangs in the air 
all thoughts need not be of despair 

This time we near the end of summer 
The harvest has come 
To steal away the sun 
As dew drops ignite what’s already begun 

It might be the end 
Or it could be the beginning 
as we step into life 
with new meaning 

by Sam