The Beginning and the End of Day( a poem of great inspiration)
The uplifting spirit of every finest day, His ravishing sunups, such a delight,
An incessant gift of our Father god, as each precious day follows the night.
Colors of fire, a blending, the sun's brilliance, brightens every gloomy mood,
A master work of a most gifted artist, as morning's mists leave, all is viewed.
Glorious sunstrokes bathe the cooling atmosphere, in their marvelous bouquets,
Sundrops sprinkled, creating a streaming of sunbeams, in a rhapsody's displays.
The breaking dawn, its kaleidoscope of designs, spread in sheets, of its refrain,
As a musical orchestration of infinite stanzas, a lovely rainbow is seen in the rain.
The voluminous white clouds, billowing high above the scapes, amid bluest skies,
Prepares a canvas, the truest artist may appreciate, no matter dress or disguise.
The warm and welcoming sun lights the pathways, brightening every single lane,
Heightening vivid dressings of the treetops, only lovers of all nature may explain.
As the days work is at its end, the evening's colorful reflections all then to begin,
The setting sun, its brilliant sonnet, a rhyming, most magnificent, to transcend.
A spectrum of sundrops, visible to the admiring eye, fulfilling of virtual spirituality,
Then, closing the door of daylight's hours, welcoming night time's synchronicity.
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