Mottled grey,
monochromatic morning
lending a painting
as the ceiling of our day.
The sky need not be pink
for us to see its splendor.
There is beauty in all things,
we just have to look beyond the norm.
A storm will come and go
but there is always artistry
in the wake of its anger.
From darkness blossoms light.
polysyllabic profundities 
Everything is beautiful, in it’s own way….I think that’s a song too, but it still applies 🙂 Harlon
It certainly does. Hope you are well. 🙂
Beautiful.
Thank you Mike. 🙂