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When Night Meets The Day
Did you see the trees glisten
as the sun burns through the
morning dew.
The streaks of color all through
the sky,as if they were finger
painted from someone on high.
The ripples on the water as they
roll to shore,these are things
i never noticed before.
The gentle breeze through the
meadow grass,the swaying of the trees
the sounds of bumble bees,as they drain
the flowers of their sweet honey.
As the nite meets the day in all
it`s splendor,these are the things
i will always remember.
And when the nite meets the day
you know the beauty is on its way...
great piece Ron, looks like you, me and Pam Schwetz on same wave length of idea for a poem..Funny how that happens at points...
another
powerful
masterpiece
I really enjoyed most of this poem. I didn't understand what you meant by "painted from someone on high." I guess it means they're on some kind of drugs, but I don't associate that with beauty. Anyway, I loved the rest of the poem because of your flow of words, sentences, stanzas, but most of all because of the depiction of nature. Thank you for giving me a beautiful image to smile upon and God bless.
finger painted from some one
finger painted from some one on high is jesus
ron parrish