Poem # 7 - A Lonely Hill - What do you think?

A lonely hill sits in the distance,

With rolling fog upon it's base.

The setting sun is shining brightly,

Lining clouds with crimson lace.

The sky leaks purple streamers also,

As the sun sinks lower still.

It's trembling tip strikes the horizon,

Just beyond the lonely hill.

Bright colors split apart the heavens,

While shadows seep across the land.

Momentous beauty quickly fading,

A lonely hill in darkness stands.