The Sacred Valley at Sunset

The sun sets upon the sacred valley.And the clouds light up with colorAs the cool rolls in off fields of green.The smell of earth. The sound of bees.The mountains looking down In loving, purple, rocky grey.And I alone with the silence,No outlet, but to write Here on this page,No pallet, No colors, No music.Just the words, the gratitude, that rolls Through my brain and down my slippery fingers Onto the emptiness of the barren page.