January Sunshine

I thought of a poem today after taking this picture around noon.

Bright beautiful sunshine and the loveliness of deep orange.

Beauty

Beauty is seen

In the sunlight,

The trees, the birds,

Corn growing and people working

Or dancing for their harvest.

Beauty is heard

In the night,

Wind sighing, rain falling,

Or a singer chanting,

Anything in earnest.

Beauty is in yourself.

Good deeds, happy thoughts,

That repeat themselves,

In your dreams,

In your work,

And even in your rest.

Rachel Laura Harmon, 3rd grade