Praise
For a sky to be blue what light might praise,
towards the newly dawning greys,
for white cloud, embers, a sunset bright,
praise to heaven, praise to light,
Oh why must a sky keep changing,
arranged by painted shapes and form,
just as the seasons too do change
From hot and cold too warm.
Copyright © Nardine Sanderson | Year Posted 2024
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