Morning Beauty

Beauty hung upon the sky
The great artist hung it there;
Just a glimpse and then was gone
I offered my grateful prayer.

Scarlet planks soft and low
Gave platform to a brilliant blue
White edged with sun rise radiant glow
Clouds parted to let it through.

And when was finished
The canvas still,
He splashed the earth to do His will
Fields and gardens lifted heads
Creatures scampered through the beds.

Birds filled the sky with morning calls
New day begun a gift to all
All living creatures felt his will
The artist’s brush is never still.

              © Helen Catherine Cramer
            ©Photography helen catherine Cramer

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