Acrylic 36"x24" Sold
A golden orb ascends the sky, Its rays paint hues both low and high. The hills awake, the trees stand tall, In morning's light, they cast their thrall.
A meadow blooms with colors bright, As dawn dispels the cloak of night. The distant peaks, in shadows deep, Begin to stir from twilight's sleep.
The sky ablaze with orange fire, Reflects the sun's ascending spire. A tranquil scene, a peaceful start, Nature's beauty warms the heart.
In fields of...