There in the Palace
There in the palace of afternoon sun,
Colourful ochre and orange and dun,
Lit from above by a rapturous light,
Glutting my senses and sight.
Watery avenues silky and blue,
Bathing in gold, a grandiloquent hue,
Leaves in a tincture of yellow so pale,
Reaching for joy on the dale.
Seasonal turning in fearlessness shown,
Under the breezes so easily blown,
Lost in a paradise crafted of bliss,
Sunlight as soft as a kiss.
Distant the trees in a silhouette shape,
Hung from the hill in a darkening drape,
Tracks on the ground from the badgers that hide,
Keeping their kindred inside.
Gentle the air and prodigious the space,
God is eternal in goodness and grace,
Painting his art in a skillful display,
Pastures enraptured so gay.
adamdaniel 