Beautiful Wings
by Marion Schoeberlein
God gives the sky its wings when clouds
Go drifting by like airplanes.
He puts the silver wings in rain
As it curls up on windowpanes.
He gives the snow its crystal wings
When it falls softly on the ground
And flowers their own kind of wings
That never make a single sound.
No matter where I look, it seems
God fills the world with lovely things
That dance in poetry and give
Each day its different kind of wings!
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