Heaven’s Blooming
Highward up in heaven’s blooming,
Stately gardens of roses grooming,
Manicured rows of purple crimson
Reaching out from the rising sun,
Perfumed sky of ambrosial scents,
Aromatic skies and dazzling ornaments,
Posing for the eyes of the enchanted one,
Capturing all the beauty on the restless run,
Artists commanding for it to sit still,
But Mother Nature stays true to her will.
Tomorrow’s portrait will come again
As beauty reappears for the eager pen.
Until then, only vivid memories
of the fleeting sunrise
living in the heart and mind,
the muse inside the painter’s eyes.
