Miles of orange hues,
Painting the sky.
Kisses of yellow and pink,
Greet the wide space.
Splashes of red and purple,
Beautify the concept.
What a wonder! Is the sunset.
Days of cerulean,
Stretch across the view.
The depths of the unexplored,
Hold lies and truths untold.
The floor of the ocean,
Inhabited by ancient splendor.
The call of the waves,
The trance of the seas.
It pulls me in,
And draws me close.
Hypnotized by its beauty,
I embark to explore.
The cerulean and the sunset,
Share the same canvas.
It creates an amazing blend,
Of untamed colors.
These hues, they speak to us,
They tell a story.
God created with intention,
And created with perfection.
How marvelous is the silence,
When speaking with the tides?
How serene is the sound,
When faced with the waves.
The vibrance of the minimal,
Inspires man to think.
It brings ideas to the mind,
And provokes the train to discovery.
It sets sail the dream,
And brings to light the ambition.
Across the seven with intention,
Sparks the light of invention.
Reconnected with the mind,
Far away from technology.
Reconciled with one's true self,
The reality of our personalities.
Our motivations and goals,
We remind and resurface.
The cerulean and the sunset,
Live in harmony as one.
No fight for attention,
And there's no need for competition.
They exist as one,
And they converse,
Every time they meet.
Friends for centuries,
Who could be closer,
Than the cerulean and the sunset.
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Daisies
Poetry"There is beauty in simplicity and simplicity in beauty..." . . . #2 in analogy #5 in observations #492 in poetry Disclaimer!: Credits for all pictures used are to the original owners.
