Sunset Shadow

As the sun lowers
The colors appear
It is so beautiful
Perfect for a canvas

The artist is there
Paints and oils prepped
He's waiting for the moment
The perfect moment

But yet he sees something
He begins to paint
He strokes fiercely
Everything is perfect

The painting is done
He is satisfied; full of pride
But, he realizes a fault
As he looks up

No longer colorful
The sun is almost gone
The mountains hide its glory
And the shadows come