Daughter wake up from your sleep

Trees rejoice with the wind here.
Hallelujah.

Today, the sky is in oils and acylics.
I am wholly mesmerized.
Partially it is old oil paints
That have decomposed
And become grainy and imperfect texture.
The remaining conciliatory is perfected by watered acylics
And hasty brush stokes resulting in scratches.

Ravens fly, evoking mystery.
Swaying, they correlate to the wind's placid tune.
Their black feathers tremble
And their bleak eyes haunt.

Knobby trees produce calligraphy
And jagged teeth.
Foreground of purples and oranges.

And He treasures me over all the earth.
I am at loss.