Banquet Of Color Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filtering like a fog, the sun came brightly shining through
the clouds.

Heavenly gates were opened onto the earth, life came gently
dancing, carrying with it some hope and prayer for eternity's
bliss.

Spread across the sky, a banquet of color was spread, where
no one dared to tread.

Slowly basking in it's glory, the sun turned the skies an
orange-red, gently tipping it's hat upon in's head.

Saying good night to the earth for it was going to bed,
softly lying down upon whitened clouds, turning out it's
light and going to sleep quite sound.