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Every morning,

the Artist wets His

brush to begin

another masterpiece.



At the first sign of light,

He paints the skies

with pastel hues:

periwinkle and lavender.



His palette spills

dew on the flowers,

coating them with

these vibrant tints.



The day blossoms;

when the wind blows,

the petals dry, and

His sun brightens them.



With the heat of noon,

the flowers slowly fade

and start to curl up

like dried-up foliage.



With the setting sun

the day withers away

but His grace will be

renewed tomorrow,



blooming again with

His infinite glory.

Rewrite 2012

Every morning,
the Artist wets
His brush to begin
another masterpiece.

At the first sign of light,
He paints the skies
with pastel hues:
periwinkle and lavender.

His palette spills dew
on the flowers,
coating them with
these vibrant tints.

The day blossoms;
when the wind blows,
the petals dry, and
His sun enlivens them.

With the heat of noon,
the flowers slowly fade
and start to curl up
like dried-up foliage.

With the setting sun,
the day withers away
like rusted memories
collecting on the ground.

But His grace will be
renewed tomorrow,
blooming again with
His infinite glory.