Sound of Light
The sky begins to cry.
The Trees begin to die.
The doves sigh.
Their wings begin to fly.
As the sun begins to rise,
The stars so high comply
with the design
that was created by the Most High.
The Moon's shine re-signs.
The day's rays rewind.
This minute is mine.
Sky's limit is fine.
As my mind climbs,
the sound of light chimes.
Copyright © Christopher Rodriguez | Year Posted 2022
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