Look at this sleeping world , so quiet,
and the evening on the crimson lake ;
The Sun is red like the apple Eve hadn’t plucked,
and Paradise still Reigned in Sun’s golden streams.
The world was dead, and so it was in peace,
and the sunset didn’t hurt the slipping day.
The rain that washed the sky gold was beautiful ,
as though God had cried tears of joy
to see the sunset.
Yet look , the night fell , and God was smiling
down from the stars, to let us know,
we’re not alone.
Painting Courtesy: The Mother Nature and the Sun by Kathleen Scarboro
