Sunrise and Sunset
Up in the morning sky, I see nothing flying by.
Clouds are forming above the land. There's neither bird, plane, nor superman.
But there's an artist painting unceasingly, making our world beautiful for all to see.
It's another presentation of a beautiful morning. As the darkness fades, I see high resolutions of art,
crafted and painted by the hand of God. It looks like a massive fire rising in the east,
destined to give birth to a bright and sunny day. As long as I can remember, it has always been that way.
Chaos and storms would come and stay, but God says, "Nay". Dawn had graced the stage with cheerful light for several hours.
Now Dusk follows with the promise of quiet, calm, and rest. Just over the western horizon I never detest, because I am
mesmerized by the glorious and sweet tones of blue, red, yellow, and grey, merrily waving goodbye to me and whispering hello to the stars of night.
02152018 PS Contest, Sunrise And Sunset, Silent One; 2P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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