The sun casts shades of pink upon cobalt blue horizonal clouds this early
spring morn. The chores of day press down upon me but in the still calm of early
morn let my spirit be recharged, reborn, renewed soaking up the beauty of God's
The fog has settled in the valley upon the creek exaggerated by the apricot
rising sun. Dark green banked against silvery gauze fog like ocean waves banked
against the sandy shore. The sun now tops the trees its brightness reaching out
in extended rays of brightness duty calls come and I must go.
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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