The beautiful earth captivates my soul

Two nights ago, while dawn was yet breaking, a crescent moon hung low in the sky.
Resting on the black horizon as a bronzed sickle, heated orange by fire.

Its eastern face, glowed.
Against a furnace somewhere out beyond the dawn. Raging over oceans, a world away; through the backdrop of night.

Prelude to the breaking day, that already lit cathedrals and stained glass windows a continent away. And was soon to light mine.

I feel the same way; what beautiful images...thank you.

Story of my life. 😀

Eloquently expressed.

Our natural world is graced with the brush strokes of a master artist.
Whose wonders in a sunset never cease to amaze.
At times, it is more than this soul can take in.

Your words still capture and enthrall me