Glory In The Heaven
Blessing coming from high above
Glory that reaches the highest point of the sky, A celestial dance of sun and clouds up high. In radiant hues, the colors blend and bloom, A masterpiece painted across heaven’s vast room.
Golden rays pierce through the veil of blue, As if angels are whispering secrets to few. With each passing moment, the canvas evolves, A symphony of light, a spectacle that absolves.
The sun, a grand conductor, orchestrates the show, Guiding shadows and beams as they gracefully flow. In the morning’s embrace, new dreams ignite, And in the evening’s farewell, hope takes flight.
The clouds, like painters, brush strokes with care, Creating shapes that tell stories in the air. An ever-changing gallery, never the same, A testament to nature’s artistic flame.
Glory dances in the winds’ gentle sway, Kissing the earth with its radiant display. Mountains rise, bowing to the sky’s decree, As rivers mirror this ethereal decree.
With each dusk, the stars come alive, A twinkle of hope for hearts to revive. They shimmer and sparkle in cosmic delight, Guiding souls through the tranquil night.
Glory that reaches the highest point of the sky, A tapestry woven with dreams that defy. Nature’s symphony, a song of pure grace, Embracing the world in an eternal embrace.
