Mother’s Day

They gently stroked their brushes

Against the crystal sky

And there appeared a rainbow

With fluffy clouds on high

Gentle breezes whispered

Amongst the shrubs and trees

And carried pretty songs of birds

Across the seven seas

With silver lances piercing

A brilliant sun shone bright

As pretty flowers blossomed

From its gifted light

Now all the angels rested

On cotton candy clouds

And waited for the Master

So they could take their bows

He smiled at each and raised His hand

“Mere words I shall not say,

But your reward for work so hard…

We shall call this Mother’s Day.”