Sunset Clouds -

Trails of feathered fingered pink
against the dimming dome of sky
break forth the radiant glowing light
to make the dusk into the night
the rising castles billow there
as coals within the hottest fire
enough for dreams so beautiful
to grow and to inspire -

No single soul can duplicate
this artwork of His hand -
and if you doubt his presence there
fall back upon the land
to lie and gaze upon the dome
- the iris of His eye -
and see the wondrous beauty there
in clouds that burn so high -