Yellow

Spring bloomed in, while
Canola yellows lazily soaked up the dying rays of sun
Atop a hill, a steep climb
We stood and wondered in a awe
The dead tree stands alone
A reminder of the nature of mortality
The ever-changing presence of life.

Love Lali
@thewam

My entry for this week’s #landscapephotography @photocontests run by @juliank. But this time with an accompanying poem! Hope ya’ll like it!