Le Soleil

I will no longer take pictures of the sun

Asking you to see what I see
Trying to capture the indescribable artistry of God’s hand is impossible

The way the sun floats in a liquid sky
Dawn breaks where dew has formed
Empyrean colors with no name burst forth

Delicate grandeur exceeds the capacity of my lens
Silhouetted trees, birds, and dwelling places accentuate the landscape and sky
You will never see what I see
Nor will I share your view

Noble glory ascends majestically divine
My fascination never to wane
Exquisite elegance through the silent morn
I cannot capture nor express in word this vision
Hallowed silence

I will no longer take pictures of the sun
As it rises nor as it sets
The colors I see, those hues, pigments, cast
The art of Adams though black and white
Disallowed saturation because he knew
You will never see what I see