I look out my window and what my eyes see
Is the perfect artist’s drawing seen above my trees.
The sunrise, when early, has colors on fire
Pinks, blues and yellows . . . all there to admire.
I view tinted skies with various shades of blue,
There are even whites of various bright hues.
The sun glistens sharply around every tree,
Its brightness is a certain reminder of Thee.
I see the boughs swaying from an unspoken breeze
As His feet are tiptoeing right through the trees.
The sunset is no different in its beautiful array,
Its colors are the blending of a beautiful day.
The sun slowly sinks to the end of the sky,
And can no longer be seen with the naked eye.
We know not what tapestry the skies will enfold
As our Lord blends all colors, the soft with the bold.
They entwine with each other day in and day out,
The world is His canvas without any doubt.
Written at a whim
September 26, 2006
©2006
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