Creation

Creation

The skies, the air, the ocean breeze,
created from his hand.
Did evolution help him too?
To build this wondrous land.

Created from the hands of love
is every living thing.
A greater force from up above
helped out by angels wing.

A sunset sky with orange hue,
a magical delight.
Across the skies the lovers leap,
as their souls at last unite.

The ocean waves tipped so white
roll in along the shore.
Embraced as one in lovers arms
a gentle, soft rapport.

As heavens heart looks down on us
with clouds so full of love.
Let your arms embrace the souls
of what you see above.

So when sunset hue, comes calling you,
your time down here is done.
Climb gently through earth's atmosphere,
shine with the morning sun.

Copyright Karen Canning