Lessons in the Sky

Miraculous colour paints the sky
as the sun sets low in the west.
The Master's brush flows with splendour -
to dream of while we rest.

Adieu to the sun, as it reflects,
in the mirrored water nearby;
A perfect finale for our day
as we watch, in awe, and sigh.

How glorious is God's canvas -
no sunset quite the same;
Different bushes, a different palette,
but strokes of love remain.

Implanted in our memory
is the beauty and peace above;
One of faith and hope for our world
but the greatest colour is love.