I thank Thee, God, for colors:
For the crimson of holly berries, the flaming scarlet of maple leaves, and sumac along the country lands in autumn.
For the azure blue of the sky, bending over to reflect its hue in little lakes set like gems among the high mountains;
For the blue of the morning mist that wraps the high peaks with its filmy veil of mystery and blends to deepest violet in the low places;
For the silvery blue of great waters that dash and spray against the jutting crags; and the heavenly blue of morning glories that twine about my garden gate.
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