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My feet are bare, my toes are curled I stand upon the wet winter morning grass My arms are down, my nose is up The winter morning wind is on my face But as I stand there, what is to catch my eye? It is, indeed, the winter morning sky How I love it, the way the sky glistens beyond the treetops The rainbow of orange, pink, then purple This show of colors, it brings the cardinal and redbreasts out their nests to sing And yes, we do have them in the winter This display of wonder How it makes me feel so warm yet so cool This display of beauty How it makes me feel at home yet so far away This display of greatness That paints the whole sky from horizon to horizon This display of colors How they dance across the sky from cloud to cloud It's beautiful, isn't it? How He starts every winter morning with His artwork His brush strokes are perfect He makes sure every colored cloud is in its place He truly is a genius To think He does this every morning, different every time To think It's so beautiful and complex, so elegant To think He does it on purpose, just for us To think Every winter morning, He sits down, and paints the winter morning sky #12_2/25/2012
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
A Winter Morning's Sky
My feet are bare, my toes are curled I stand upon the wet winter morning grass My arms are down, my nose is up The winter morning wind is on my face But as I stand there, what is to catch my eye? It is, indeed, the winter morning sky How I love it, the way the sky glistens beyond the treetops The rainbow of orange, pink, then purple This show of colors, it brings the cardinal and redbreasts out their nests to sing And yes, we do have them in the winter This display of wonder How it makes me feel so warm yet so cool This display of beauty How it makes me feel at home yet so far away This display of greatness That paints the whole sky from horizon to horizon This display of colors How they dance across the sky from cloud to cloud It's beautiful, isn't it? How He starts every winter morning with His artwork His brush strokes are perfect He makes sure every colored cloud is in its place He truly is a genius To think He does this every morning, different every time To think It's so beautiful and complex, so elegant To think He does it on purpose, just for us To think Every winter morning, He sits down, and paints the winter morning sky #12_2/25/2012
If you're ever outside at daybreak in the winter, you know what I'm talking about. If not here's what you're missing.
#paint#nature#winter#sky#color#morning#brush#strokes
EliseE
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EliseE
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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