Stroked just so someone the sky.
The colors they used so beautiful
to the eye. Itís as if they painted
from their soul the beauty I
The grays, reds flowing mixing
shows divine love present this
This someone blew mist upon
the mountains and valleys
down below, as if to show he
touches the earth with
Now the sun does peek through
the paint with the bright bursting
of yellow, giving the mountains
a purple glow.
The sounds of nature now ignite
the air, tunes now of every sort
bless this morn, and he who
Now fire rains off the western sky,
and what was once soft painted
strokes are now on fire a blaze of
glory on high.
I praise this soul that so deeply
touched my sunrise and gave
my tears fallen heart felt joy.
[This message has been edited by Cerenity-1 (edited 03-24-2000).]