Golden RAYS

Early this morning before the first light of day I hopped out of bed to watch the sun come awake.

Crept to the window knelt on the floor. I didn't mind the chill nor did I mind the cramps, right about then the sky began to blaze golden rays shooting to the ground, lapping up diamonds off the green earth.

The painting of Heaven began to unfold displayed in beauty,
wonderest to behold. My heart skipped a beat a still hush was on, then a Symphony started on the early morning breeze. Old died away on a new beginning

 
-Anna
Mattingly