The Morning Sun...

I gazed over the mountain side,
Alone at the break of the day.
And wondered at the colours,
God chose for the day.

The background of this day,
He painted soft grey.
Then splashed a ray of sunshine,
As if to light the way.

I watched the beautiful scene,
And began to understand.
That in those lovely colours,
He has a simple plan.

For just as in the sky,
Our life begins soft and grey.
We choose our colours hour by hour,
As we live in each day.

And when our life is ending,
The day has all been done.
He wipes the colours clean for us,
To paint the morning sun...