SHADOWS

With the morning light, shadows in our sight,

Shadows from the moonlight, those that bring fright.

From a beautiful tree, shadows upon the ground are found,

Within a breeze, the shadows move just as the branches on this tree.

Shadows on the mountains move with the passing of clouds in the sky,

Shadows fade and disappear with the changing of the day.

As the sun rises up high till the clock ticking takes it away,

Shadows move and take shapes then they fade like the day.

Keith Garrett