A Trumpet Call

By LadyMarian (Copyrighted 2008)

A trumpet seen, long and graceful
Shines through a golden yellow.
It's form and stature is lovely
And a praise it shouts and bellows.

Delicately formed in every way;
It cries out glory to only One.
It is stately and beautiful
Silk and pearls has it none.

It's beauty has none to compare
It's garb is highly sought
It's shade is uncomparable
It's beauty cannot be bought.

It's loveliness is there to see
All can admire this thing
But no honor or praise will it accept
It gives all to it's King.

It's beauty satisfies the thirsty soul
Happiness and joy inside does it fill.
It proclaims a miracle of life
This trumpet of a daffodil