Until the Day We Die

A Variety in Prose

Until the Day We Die

"Until the Day We Die"

Ron Kinard (c) 2-2009

early morning painter
the rhymes begin to flow
in the eastern skies
the sun begins to glow

peaceful, parallel moments
nature meeting mind
descriptive verbal passage
illusive and unkind

artistic, vocal scribblings
instead of a paintbrush
waking another moment
there's no need to rush

crimson-blue horizon
as far as you can see
momentarily blocked by
an ancient oak tree

stretching out its folage
enjoying every ray
worshipping the sunrise
that's blessing us today

beautiful winter morning
cool and crisp, so sweet
making the morning worth it
to be upon your feet

heat is rising quickly
the higher the sun goes
warming each appendage
hands and feet and toes

priceless, cost free treasures
making life worth while
thanking God above
with simple prayer and smile

blessings from our Creator
to get us through the day
lighting up our path
to guide us on our way

watching over us always
the sun, the moon, the sky
God is with us all ways
until the day we die


				*A Variety in Prose* *Until the Day We Die*



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		"Until the Day We Die"



		Ron Kinard (c) 2-2009 early morning painter the rhymes begin to flow in the eastern skies the sun begins to glow peaceful, parallel moments nature meeting mind descriptive verbal passage illusive and unkind artistic, vocal scribblings instead of a paintbrush waking another moment there's no need to rush crimson-blue horizon as far as you can see momentarily blocked by an ancient oak tree stretching out its folage enjoying every ray worshipping the sunrise that's blessing us today beautiful winter morning cool and crisp, so sweet making the morning worth it to be upon your feet heat is rising quickly the higher the sun goes warming each appendage hands and feet and toes priceless, cost free treasures making life worth while thanking God above with simple prayer and smile blessings from our Creator to get us through the day lighting up our path to guide us on our way watching over us always the sun, the moon, the sky God is with us all ways until the day we die



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