But the Bow That Bridges Heaven and Overtops the Trees

But The Bow That Bridges Heaven And Overtops The Trees
But the bow that bridges heaven and overtops the trees,
Colorful beams stretch yon Heaven's gate to paradise shores,
Midst dreamt fantasies and outrageous fortunes brung light breeze,
Tickling feathers that twirl effortlessly in noiseless scores.

Is one of the countless wonders that grace the eyes that sees,
Always against days beheld capriciously all are yours,
Because from one arc of splendid hues a day that did seize,
As miracles spread beyond one's keep, remedies with cures.

A new chapter opens ere one close, read on bended knees,
Time is found and time is gone, in seconds, minutes or years,
Tis be a venturous moment to scope out ranges ease,
Delve in a program and purge the media, opened ears.

Grand be the end of the bow where nature and we appease,
By and by, we'll dress in colors, bathing beyond the trees.

2020 March 06

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14 lines x 14 syllables per = 196 syllables total

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