Posted by Vicky A. Johnson on January 19, 19100 at 16:16:53:
The Art of Creation
In the beauty of morning
When the sun has just awakened
Have you ever stopped to see
The golden dawn a'breaking.
Tis the true art of creation.
The lovely colors of the blue sky
As the light brushes thru its making
Turned to a fiery sunset
Bidding farewell-adieu,
Tis the true art of creation.
In the beauty of the morning
Have you ever stopped to listen.
The lovely sound of bird singing
Upon the branches with dew glistens.
Tis the true art of creation.
Have you ever seen the glory
Golden dawn as darkness fades away
And turned to a fiery sunset
When day is then complete.
Tis the true art of creation
In the beauty of the morning
Have you really stopped to hear
Raindrops softly falling
Streams gently flowing
Tis the true art of creation.
Brooks bubbling, streams rushing
Birds singing, carefree tweeting
Joining sounds like a symhony
Yes, like a symphony it seems.
Tis the true art of creation.
In the beauty of the morning
Have you ever stopped to notice
The fields of flowers or golden wheat
With rainbow colors just below your feet.
Tis the true art of creation.
As you see nature's beauty
You'll marvel at the magic of it all
Your heart will swell with praise for
The Creator of love created us all.
Tis the true aret of creation.
Vicky A. Johnson