poem?

the clouds and the mist
the reds and the greens and the greys,
greys

the wind, that whispers
and towers
and at the same
time
escapes

and "the spirit of God hovered on the face of the water"
and rippled and was blown by the wind

wind of
change

yes, dollars and cents
but also
the wind

and the rain
faintest drizzle,
thunder-lightning-rumbling-torturous-granite-face-worthy
Storm.

but what of the earth?
those reds and greens
and oranges and purples
and green
and blue blue sky

after the storm
these are Flourescent
not of highlighters and
camera settings

but of
the Exploding Wildflower
waking up to see the sun

and the Sun!
who sees all
illuminates. every. thing.
in its ultimate energy
all-life-giving

this is what we are left with
to light the darkness
on a stand
in the world
on earth
our earth

like Him we

shine