Submissions by romnepony

The sun was setting,
but I only cared about the pictures I was taking,
My eyes were not seeing,
my skin was not feeling.

For who, I say
will look at the pictures of the sun's rays?
Everyone can see the sun's glorious display
but most would not be patient enough to stay.

So I shut the camera, and atop a rock I waited.
The winds became colder, and my skin, elated.
The colors became richer, and my eyes, captivated.