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"Melancholy" (after Akiane)

I stand alone on the rise, Sun-bleached grasses, My easel, paints, and brush All I see.   What in the world Is worth painting here Or anywhere? All under the sun is fading; The green leeched From the grass.   Fair clouds breeze open For sun to stand trial. Rich rays touch grass golden, Bring butterweed, Blue cornflower to light. Radiance restored.   Case closed.