Sunset at the mountain's edge

Once upon a time,
When the sun washed the horizons red,
The dark grey clouds rolled down.
In the blissful solitude of the mountain,
They painted scenes on the wide open plains,
Which trained masters would have envied,
And worshipped with tears of fulfilment.
Lucky was I,
To have ventured out,
And freeze time at the right moment,
To watch the cosmic wonders at play,
Before they dance away
Into the oblivion of the night.