Midday Galleries
Paintings hung in the eastern skies
traveling west on course complies;
paintings of the morning’s liquid fire
to the western skies when days expire.
Works that breathe in the midday galleries
of showy flowers in the summer breeze;
God’s handiwork of one solitary seed,
fully grown at its mandatory speed,
flaunts it’s beauty before the beholder
and stays there until the days get older.
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