This Great Day

Sitting under my favorite tree

observing the clouds floating by,

my imagination is running wild

watching pictures form in the sky.

I see an angel looking my way,

could it be the clouds confusing me?

She will fly closer if she is real,

I will sit quietly to wait and see.

She is real, I see her coming near,

I know this must be my magic tree,

I can feel my inner tension leaving,

my imprisoned soul is breaking free.

Now the sky is turning clear blue,

all the clouds have gone away,

my soul has been renewed again.

Thank you, God, for this great day.

Ralph L. Clark © 1999