The skies, indeed, are glorious

The skies, indeed, are glorious

Rays breaking through the clouds

Casting countless cascades of shadows

In contrast of the bright golden-red

These giants in the sky daily paint

A masterpiece, witnessed only

By those who stare with wonder.

I stand here staring now.

“My God!” I exclaim.” What magnificence

Of simple suspended water and light!

No man of any kind could paint

A work like this in, no less, a day!”

The sun is now asleep, awake the moon and stars

The colored clouds still hang, now grey.

I still stand, staring at the sky

In awe with God and his magnificent display.