Painted By the Angels With Love
A perfect evening sky full of stars and
a bright, translucent crescent moon.
Hung like a blanket over the tree
filled mountain tops, bursting
in bloom.
The hillside is silently lazy with the
cast of yellow foliage smiling at
the glare of a perfect night.
Small embers sift through the windows
adorned with flickering light.
A quite little town sits in the valley
below. Everyone at home, near the
fire's glow.
Welcoming all the people,
in the distance a church tower is standing tall.
A cross atop it's steeple,
the warm feeling of come one, come all.
I am here on a blanket, kneeling on my knees,
watching the spruce trees as tall as the sky,
swaying in the peaceful, light breeze.
What a beautiful sight as I stare at the heavens
above. A wonderfully lit night,
painted by the angels with love.
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