Tinted red and orange is the perfect horizon
Upon which I see the promise of dawn’s new day
One where possibilities are as endless
As the amber rays that pierce the blue skies
Bright white hues penetrate all but the loftiest of shadows
Who bask in the glory of darkness
Yet, who cannot exist without that which bears the mantle
Even the crystal clear waters of greens and sapphire
Reflect the power of this majestic celestial beast
Splendor awaits as this luminous wielding god
Leaves us with a canvas of chromatic crimson and purple
All is well upon this tiny spec we call home
The prism of life has once again given us peace
Kevin Parish 
I don’t think I’ve ever thought of life as a prism, but I could see it that way, yes.
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