How wonderful this demonstration is

That I can truly define as a word of beauty,

Risen is the season of tender hours

And falls to my toes is a memoir

So stricken with a past only of glass

as it caresses the sky in its might

and chosen is its bow to align

with the arch of shows upon heaven.

And bursts of color in its resin

Honorable as it speaks

Thine eye is calling to please

This harmony of trust

The lord laid in us.