As I gaze out of my window I see
each new morning a fresh bloom greeting me.
With its purple trumpets clarion call
proclaiming joy and peace to one and all.
There displayed in glorious pristine splendour
it filled my spirit with joy and wonder,
and just as the new day was beginning,
my soul would burst out with praise and singing.
Following the sun's path across the sky
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: creation,glory