Fading Day

I glared gallently into the dying day

That blushed from an embarrassed sun.

I saw flying fowl make their way

All in a group; all but one....

A beautiful sky littered with clouds

Soft and suspended and tinted with rouge.

I lay quietly; airing my thoughts

Just to listen, but not to conclude.

The wind walked whispering by

To note God's work, large and small.

As the light leaked out of the sky

I heard the hush of nature fall.

Pulling a blanket of stars over me

Mother Nature smiled as I slept-

In the bosom of a grassy sea...

Watching the beauty that God kept.

By maximusdoom

© 2004 maximusdoom (All rights reserved)


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