It peeped from the skies,
A pearly hue,
To glisten with dew.
The buttery sun,
Spreading its warmth
The clouds billowed
And puffed.
And the sky had a
Beehive activity of its own,
With an orchestra of bird twitter,
Or the sound of an occasional chopper.
The day wrapped its folds
into a ruby-red knot of ribbons,
And then like a bashful youth
Kissing for the first time,
Blushed the sun in a peach-pink hue,
Surrendering to the brilliance
Of the moon,
That awaited earnestly to glide through,
Wading pillows of comfort and rest
Into the stillness of the night.
THE BEAUTY OF THE SUN-KISSED SKY
