Sunsets:
By: Kathryn Traw
The sunset is a picture painted in the sky,
Renewed every morn' by God’s paintbrush on high.
As the sun says "good by" to her silhouetted world,
She goes paraded with pink and yellow swirls.
With lakes made of rubies and Mountains of gold,
And the sky of an orange that isn’t to bold.
With rivers of sapphire and cities of pink,
Near God’s glory, we sit on the brink.
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