heartandsoul
06-17-2003, 10:39 PM
COLORS
I sit watching with eyes of wonder, for that moment of the day has arrived. It starts with the sky as a slight pale blue like that of winter's ice, only to be broken apart with small touches of powder puff white clouds slowly racing across the sky. The sun comes to the tree covered hills it calls its bed. It is as if someone has started to paint a scene of light colors to help the sky in its final performance of the day, the edge of the sky has now changed to that of pale yellows and oranges while the clouds are now halo'd in pink, as the pastel colors of the sky grow brighter and more intense reaching farther into the sky, like an explosion of color. The sky grows darker in the light but brighter with the vivid colors that no painter can capture on canvas. The clouds now like flame bursts of color in deep orane and reds burn brightly, as that of a wildfire slowly burning their way across the open sky. For as far as the eyes can see the almost night sky now dances alive with beautiful dark hues of deep reds, auburn, and purples as the sun slowly slips into its bed with covers the shade of deep forest green preparing for a night of rest, way above my head the sky now has taken the shade of royal blue with the first sight of small sparkles of light as the sun tucks his head under the covers, the night slowly blows out the last of the suns flames left burning in the sky. And like the fast embers of a fireplace, the clouds, never stopping their race across the sky to watch all this, hold the last traces where this all took place. Now as the cover of night is fully in place, I wonder in my mind, am I the only one watching this performance and they are, are they as moved in the heart as I?
I sit watching with eyes of wonder, for that moment of the day has arrived. It starts with the sky as a slight pale blue like that of winter's ice, only to be broken apart with small touches of powder puff white clouds slowly racing across the sky. The sun comes to the tree covered hills it calls its bed. It is as if someone has started to paint a scene of light colors to help the sky in its final performance of the day, the edge of the sky has now changed to that of pale yellows and oranges while the clouds are now halo'd in pink, as the pastel colors of the sky grow brighter and more intense reaching farther into the sky, like an explosion of color. The sky grows darker in the light but brighter with the vivid colors that no painter can capture on canvas. The clouds now like flame bursts of color in deep orane and reds burn brightly, as that of a wildfire slowly burning their way across the open sky. For as far as the eyes can see the almost night sky now dances alive with beautiful dark hues of deep reds, auburn, and purples as the sun slowly slips into its bed with covers the shade of deep forest green preparing for a night of rest, way above my head the sky now has taken the shade of royal blue with the first sight of small sparkles of light as the sun tucks his head under the covers, the night slowly blows out the last of the suns flames left burning in the sky. And like the fast embers of a fireplace, the clouds, never stopping their race across the sky to watch all this, hold the last traces where this all took place. Now as the cover of night is fully in place, I wonder in my mind, am I the only one watching this performance and they are, are they as moved in the heart as I?