The Enchanted Hour ( a poem of inspiration)
There is such a special time at the end of every day,
Enchanting and to be enthralling, in its very display.
Is a resplendent hour, when sunbeams all do shower,
A kaleidoscopes of colors, in the heavens, to flower.
A celestial canvas, is painted by a true artist's hands,
Vibrant tones of the rainbow, in its consecutive bands.
Reflective of the greatest creation, always is so grand.
Loveliest, its explanation, heaven's light, to understand.
As evening's red roses spread their ever widening veils,
Transforming the grayest skies to a ship with rosey sails.
As the winds of time to hurry in rhyme, all transcending,
Is a perfect closing chapter to an evening's poetic ending,
As I, in my rocker to sit, and musing on the day's events,
A delightful reawakening, thankful thoughts, every sense.
I watch the setting of the sun, with its golden orb of light,
Disappearing from my view, and making way for the night.
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