Stained Glass

Stained Glass

I see the colors of stained glass,
Shining like the leaves on the trees.
The colors shimmering, and reflecting what they see.
The colors, dancing in the wind.

Bright colors, strong colors.
I look to my guide, the sky.
The stars shining on my face, with their Mother, the Moon,
Guiding me through the darkness of night.

The trees, whispering my name in the wind.
Telling me secrets they have shared over the years.
Telling me stories of their ancestry,
As I admire their colors and artistry.