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...