Sanctuary Of Nature Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Sifting through the hour glass of time we hear the sound of the clouds applauding the stars.

The rain is heard in the silhouette of each note while the wind is playing on the piano of hearts.

Looking for the melody of hymns the tabernacle of praises are gathering around the sun for worship.

Holding the door of the moon to be seated in the congregation of the Milky Way the angels abound.

The sacrifices of love are guarded within the hearts of tranquil waves that are blowing in the wind.

Born out of tribulations the snowcapped mountains are declaring their showmanship.

Preserved in the glaciers of beauty the artic swells are embracing the avalanche of sudden windfalls.

The flowers declare the victory with the dew of the Rain Forrest as the trees bow down in awe.

Swift and angelic the breeze of the Swiss Alps are announcing the arrival of the autumn leaves.

In the sanctuary of nature the seasons capture each element of time with the heartbeat of heaven.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 6,2017