As the sun was setting that evening
I saw the moon rise in shades of red and orange.
As night began, its somber colors faded.
The gray-blue moon hid the jewel-like stars.
Today marks the start of a new season.
I will not be lost as each storm arrives.
As I recall the sunny weather from before,
I am grateful for the God who watches all.
This world has uncountable black marks.
The actions of men leave a shameful legacy.
Their neglect has left many scars.
Even the moon is littered with their trash.
I am happy; I do not need to have control.
I cannot overpower the world around me.
Instead I sing a song of love and hope.
I have peace for I know who I am.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
