As a small child I stared in awe
At all the beauty that I saw
As each morn spread her fairy wings
Enchanting all with magic things.
Sunrise bled melting rainbows high
Wild colored spectrums in the sky
I’d spot the pictures in the cloud
Some here and there I’d name aloud.
When I was young and in my teens
I’d spied about a thousand scenes
The world was in an awful way
I knew because the skies turned gray.
Sometimes the clouds came rushing past
Above my head with visions vast
Then as the day approached its close
Sunsets glowed purples, plums and rose.
The brilliance faded all away
As night moved in to end the day
I’ve wondered where the color went
When after all the days were spent.
I miss the beauty that we had
It disappeared and left me sad
Today the sky is dull and bleak
And there’s an answer that I seek
Some lesson here that can be taught
Do skies reflect Gods precious thought ?