Do not take glory from conquests and wins
Or climbing stairways into ivory towers.
Rather, take glory in Mother Nature’s work
And glorious sunrises and sunsets.
Oh those sun-down colours: reds and golds,
Deep purples backed by azure blue hues.
Every sunset unique
Like every swirl of clouds.
Yes every sky is different.
My mind makes pictures from those clouds
Except on days of formless, fathomless mists.
Beneath these skies
We have a lovely vista
Of trees and savannah.
Satellites show us a wondrous world
Full of amazing sights.
But best of all we have
People
And animals
Of all kind.
Folks with whom to share
This glory
The real glory,
Every day we waken
To greet the new bright day.
Paul Butters
© PB 29\5\2019.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
Do not take glory from conquests and wins
Or climbing stairways into ivory towers.
Rather, take glory in Mother Nature’s work
And glorious sunrises and sunsets.
Oh those sun-down colours: reds and golds,
Deep purples backed by azure blue hues.
Every sunset unique
Like every swirl of clouds.
Yes every sky is different.
My mind makes pictures from those clouds
Except on days of formless, fathomless mists.
Beneath these skies
We have a lovely vista
Of trees and savannah.
Satellites show us a wondrous world
Full of amazing sights.
But best of all we have
People
And animals
Of all kind.
Folks with whom to share
This glory
The real glory,
Every day we waken
To greet the new bright day.
Paul Butters
© PB 29\5\2019.
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