This morning my soul
Mirrors the sky.
Brilliant are we,
heaven and me.
Blending on this generous ride
I reflect to confide
in the orange sky.
In every florescent word I spilled,
Bluer the horizon filled.
At last the world revealed to me
A glorious image
Of colored truth and honesty!

Josh Terpening

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-of-the-rising-sun/