Sonnet 1

The sun begins descending in the west
As clouds by rays of light are split and bled
And each a burst of wondrous purple and red
To nature’s majesty we act as guest

“The hand of the divine has shaped this sky!”
They cry as they attempt to understand
How privy to such beauty gold and grand
Humanity alone has come to lie

As sunsets by the hundreds touch my ears
Harmonics leap about like vibrant sparks
Decaying into silence rich and dark
I contemplate the colors that I hear

Cacophony or symphony the same
Divinity could never music tame