Reprise

Against the depthless blue Backdrop of the sky A tracery of bare brown branches Feathers out above, Dipped golden by last rays Of the declining sun. But wait! The show’s not over yet, For as the sun Makes its final bow, A grand finale takes the stage. Splashes and streaks Of rose and pink, Purple, and orange Dance across the horizon, Higher and wider, Until the lagoon below’s No longer blue, But the palette of heaven Reflected here on Earth. When those golden days arrive Upon our doorstep, And time creeps slowly Toward that last horizon, Our grand finale Will be the reprise Of all our life upon this Earth. So gather your paints. Splash your canvas with color! Live! Set the scene for A glorious exit from this stage. To grand applause.