Reflections
Sunday morning bright red sunrise
Reflecting onto the clouds
Constantly changes colors
There are wispy striated
Vertically that are cotton candy pink
The horizonal ones have gone from
The bright red to lightere and lighter
Shades until now are salmon in color
The roosters are exzuberant this morning
Thanks and praise continually comes from
Their throats through their beaks into the breeze
They are telling the world that it is going to
Be a great day
Feasting in the beauty that was created
Just for me years and years ago
God declared this day to be mine
To absorb his love and glory
There is a very thick mist rising from
The creek it radiating out and up at
Least one quarter of a mile away
The moisture penetrates giving life
The clouds have changed to charcoal gray
This happene in what seemed just minutes
It is almost as though the sun started to set
How many people get to see and enjoy
The day at dawn and sunrise...
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