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.