As
the run rises
God
colors it yellow
Brushing
it to shine
As
the sun glows
He
erases the dew
Wiping
the leaves to dry
And
putting the green on them
He
gives the notes to birds
Conducting
them to sing
The
song to fill the air
Directing
it to dance the wind
As
the midday
He
blends the red
To
the yellow sun
Painting
clouds
Hanging
them on wind
To
decorate the sky
Some
leaves are burned to brown
Then
He blows some to ground
Or
spreads them to walk with wind
He
splits a mirror into water
To
make it reflect things
As
the evening begins
He
tints the sun to be orange
Slowly
removing the daylight
Sinking
the sun to the west
He
pours the black to the world as night
Covering
it with the dark
He
powders the sky with blinking stars
Hanging
up the moon as the lamp
Turning
it on to glisten
He
turns down the sound into dump
Folding
His creatures to slumber
He
is the universe’s beautician
Who
prettifies the state of time
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