The sun hangs on the horizon
like a drop of molten gold
spilling over the treetops,
rising into the evening clouds
in a frothy pool of vibrant colour,
then melting into the darkness. 

The moon rises regal,
gleaming as polished silver
casting its blue glow on the trees
and painting liquid light
across the deep indigo canvass
of rippling waters below.

The stars glitter fancifully
like the purest diamonds 
sprinkled to the wind,
floating beyond earthly grasp,
suspended in time
upon the velvet night.
                        
Oh! What beauty lies 
in earth’s most precious crown,
spread above for all to see,
no fear of thieves to steal this wealth,
an opulence affordable
for every woman, man and child.


                        february 2003






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Awarded by Friendly Musings Feb 20, 2003