20 or more shades of gray

September 21st, 2019 by Ken

They say it’s a land without shadows

A place of perpetual gray

Where the oceans and  trees, the land and the seas

Merge in a monochrome haze

But it’s not a land without color

As all those who live here would say

It’s full of spectacular auras

And 20 or more shades of gray

There’s the color that comes in the morning

When the sun peaks under the gray

That turns the mountain tops yellow

And puts a pink tint on the bay

There’s the light that comes in the evening

As the sun dies slowly away

That illuminates all of the colors

Of the 20 or more shades of gray

There’s the gray mist that nests at the treetop

That hides the green tips of the firs

And transforms the gray that surrounds them

 Into a green misty type blur

Or the black clouds that hit in the winter

When the storms come in off the waves

Whose twisting cauldron of colors

Merge the 20 or more shades of gray

There’s a blue gray that softens in daytime

As the sun burns down through the clouds

Creating a few rays of sunshine

Which nourish the gathering crowds

It may be a land without shadows

As many who live here would say

But it’s truly a place filled with color

With its 20 or more shades of gray

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