All the colors drifting by;
As if they’d not been seen!
Painting up a deep blue sky;
And trees of emerald green!
Dancing to the wisp of a brush;
The flame of a setting sun!
Upon the land there falls a hush;
The night’s song not begun!
It’s then I have to take a pause;
And upon my life reflect!
There is no fine or noble cause;
To compare in this respect!
No honking horns or pushing cars;
Need exemplify my plight!
Just fire flies that mesh with stars;
And the blanket of God’s good night!
It’s the finer things we need to love;
Like the brilliance of each passing day!
Then maybe God, smiling from above;
Will send some joy your way!