He Chilled
The ball of energy that is inside God,
Created the world in six days,
On the seventh day, pumped full of Adrenalin,
He mused in the heavens and plays,
The harpsichord, all covered in gold,
The lilting sound displays,
The mastery that is within a God,
The lasting sound a bouquet,
Of notes, in perfect tune,
That dexterously obey,
Lulling the God within,
To relax and enjoy the day.
25/10/2018
Copyright © Lifes' Tapestry | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment