Oh, what is more beautiful than tall trees,
In bronze west forged by evening beam,
Over the water, what peacock colors are splashing,
Deepened with mirrored vaulted ceilings.
The smell of water, green in the shade, golden in the sun,
In the dreamy air hardly mixes, rocks,
When from grasshopper meadow in August heat
Thousands of silver scissors quickly chisel silence.
Slowly everything is gone, falling into a circle of pain
And in the darkness of the dusk,
From which specters grow the liberated soul ...
Oh, what is more beautiful than tall trees!
By Leopold Staff
My contribution to the #ColorChallenge by @kalemandra
MondayRed
TuesdayOrange
WednesdayYellow
ThursdayGreen
FridaySkyblue
SaturdayIndigo
SundayPurple