Limits Poem, by Cbdave, at My poetic side

I can not make the Sun rise at the dawn how ever strong I may be;

I can not paint the sky with white and blue, nor can I still the stormy seas;

I can’t make a colorful rainbow, nor wash the flowers with rain;

I can not make the birds sing their song, nor can I ripen the fields of golden grain.

I can not make the sun set at the eve nor can I bring the pale moon to thee;

I can’t bring in the dawn, nor the light of day to see;

Nor can I make the firefly light it’s light, nor can I catch the morning dew;

I can’t build any mountains with their purple hue;

God’s world is filled with many things I can not do, but I can build a bridge of Love to reach from me to you.

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Limits