Watching the Sun Rise
When the sun was
peeping over the
neighboring trees
and I chanced to be
awake,
I stepped out my
kitchen door
to see what pictures I
might take.
The vivid colors of the
sunrise were
reaching
toward the
west,
but those just above
me
were
the ones I liked the
best.
There, right above the
live oak tree,
was what looked like
orange fingers!
I had never seen
anything like it,
so I naturally wanted
to linger!
With a bit of
imagination,
I can see the Hand of
God.
If you think as I do,
you
won't think me
terribly odd!
After clicking pix
around the yard,
to my left was a
solitary bird.
The song he sang to the
sunrise
was
as lovely as any
I've heard!
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He seemed to be
enjoying
the sunrise just as
much as I.
So with the bird in the
tree, and I by the
door,
we watched the changing
colors in the sky.
All good things seem to
come to
an
end
and I was getting
cold,
so I decided to go back
to bed, hoping
some day another
sunrise I could behold.
Virginia
Archer
12-09
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