Vistas
Vistas this morning blessings from above
Feeling the spirit, filled with his love
Glorious color words cannot describe
Orange or maybe apricot feast for the eyes
Blue/Black ink clouds stood still
At attention for the commandant review
He found them in perfection
No change he would have made
Gave his command for the continuance
Of the grand and stately parade
Birds in flight a swallow,
Three crow just looking around
Observe the scene of glory
Not uttering a noisy sound
As the earth inches around
The day has to begin with a bound
How I long to hold on to these moments
All the way to the end of what promises to be
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