The brilliant Son pours rays,
Burning divine grace over
The formerly moonlit silver seas,
Scenting the air with calm.
A quiet hymn graces the glorious
Gray mountains, sifting slowly
Through the grass, playing upon
The ripples in the still waters.
The trees, budding with newfound
Life in Spring, sway to the soft
Melody. The wind whispers a sweet
Song to Heaven.
The rocks slowly being to cry out,
Bursting forth grand and magnificent
Praise to their Divine maker above.
Tyler Howat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribute-to-the-divine/
