Nature
bleeds in radiant glory
Deposits
of gleaming tint.
It’s
found in the lily’s hiding spot
Down
where the river grows bent.
It’s
seen across the evening sky
Bookmarking
the day’s at end.
Fear
not when blending richness departs
In
morning it comes again.
It
lies, as well, in tendering heart
Of
beauty’s perfecting eyes,
As
she longs that she may never leave,
Yet
must for winged time flies.
It
stands in nuance of mountain’s pools;
Its
innocence safe from sound.
So
undisturbed is its purity
Touching
to comfort dry ground.
It
last with strength of comradery,
The
forest, its view, shows cast.
The
power of the aspen or pine,
A
few that provide the vast.
Colors
serve as God’s divine polish.
We
relish their every hue.
How
quite demeaning to choose the best?
The
question I bring to you.
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