Painting The Sky
-a poem-
Puffy clouds,
A sun that shines
These are things used to paint the sky
Morning Dawn breaks through;
Gold fading into a brilliant blue
Throughout the day the clouds pass by,
How calming it is to admire them stretching across the sky.
Evening comes, the sun begins to dip
It’s my favorite time of day
The sky explodes in brilliant hues, an ombre of colors
The clouds look like cotton candy,
Tinged in pink
I’m swallowed in the beauty of it all, Forgetting to blink
At last the sun disappears completely,
The stars come out to play,
Until the sun rises on another day
All night they gleam, sparkle, and shine
Willing to share the spotlight in a bigger picture—
that’s an attribute I long to call mine
They listen to our wishes,
Carry our secrets,
And hear the laughter that comes of warm summer nights.
Such good friends are the stars,
Up so high
What magnitude of beauty does He create, The Artist whom paints the sky.
