The magic of a purple dawn,
Dancing fields of grain;
The array of colors in the sky,
After a summer’s rain.
An eagle at terrific heights,
Or grand roaring of the sea;
A delicate rose in its soft, tender bud,
The wonder of you and me.
Oh, what priceless gifts are these,
Sent from God above!
A token of His endless care,
A manifestation of His love.
By Kristy Smith
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