Above the Clouds at Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Above the Clouds at Sunrise

From this high perch casting my eyes about
Drinking in the fullness of this fine earth.
Of what is to be seen removes all doubt
Nature displays its wonder of rebirth.

A new born spring is filled with such wonders
Some just short of possible to explain.
Grasped by a feeling within the heart stirs
Turning this aged body into a swain.

Overcome with my countless tears of joy
Of the earthly wonders lain before me.
This perch is the throne of the roi.
There is but One who could make such beauty.

Given to us to provide solemn care,
A great sin to put it in disrepair.

Image credit:

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/700235

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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