Stain Glass

now what if the Sky were a Stain Glass
Window,
up above the World so high,
and along came a Man with a Stone
in His hand,
tired of watching Life pass
Him by?
and He stood on the Mountain,
the World's little Fountain,
all that had ever been known,
he then drew His hand back,
and then came the little crack
as He let go of the Stone.
then down with a thunder came
the glass all asunder,
showing all the World Blue Skies,
all that was stated,
the Black and White faded,
turning the Color to Their
eyes.
the Sleek, White, and Lazy
would suddenly go crazy
as all the Birds suddenly took flight,
Mountains would crumble,
the whole Earth would rumble
as the Children danced with their might.
nothing would be the same though
as Weeds turned to Rainbows,
believing they will never
die,
the Black and the White,
all in His sight,
would gladly learn to say
hi.