And the world turns
Oh so slow and steady.
Firey red and gold flare across the sky
Pink blushing clouds
Ridges of red and orange
Silloetts of leafless trees in the foreground waiting to burst into spring
Arms up in praise.
Then all fades.
Gently
Slowly
Slipping into grey and white
Then dusk
And quietly all goes dark into night
But... Just as the last streaks of hopeful golden light lose their grip on the horizon
A bright point of light,
Then another
Pierce the cloudy grey
And take their post in the twilight.
No, hope has not lost.
The stars stand guard throughout the night
Until the first shy streaks of dawn's waking
Peer over the eastern hills.
