For all your tenuous beauty,
you have sovereignty of the land.
Lifes most lusious occassions are
when we stop to inhale your fragrance.
Only rainbows can compete with
your abundant prismed splendor.
Watching in awe the volley of
color spread across the meadow.
Every renouned artist has sought
to recreate your silent eloquence.
Recalling that such perfection
has come from my Masters hand.
Sharing His impeccable creation,
treating us with some heavenly delights.
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