How sweet they lay, the gentle skies
That comfort all the earth...
Lush green blanket giving warmth to the bare...
Giant high mountains of rock built, exhibiting...
Standing outside.
Facing due east...
Dashing up the mountain side.
Velvety red stripes decorate the hills...
I look up at the night sky,
What a beautiful sight...
The sunrise of life; the coming of days
Dew has come, yet it will not stay...
Gold, red, orange, brown.
All the leaves tumbling down...
Growing and living
they dont have a life of giving...
When the rain falls,
all is so quiet...
The wind is strong and
Soft mixed together...
Meadows of peace enlighten the world,
Giving life to flowers and animals...
Many do not think much
Of the burning sun...