Heavenly Artist
there’s an Artist in the heavens,
Painting the enhancing my day,
Each morning his palette,
With shades of azure,
Capturing fluff pallid,
Why do they Say the sun is golden,
When it is just brilliant,
The moon is design in portions,
Full, half, or three quarters,
Sparkling diamonds speckle,
The velour evening,
Keeping our being,
From the perfect darkness,
Then the artist
Fashion another day,
A grey color alongside the
Canvass, light streamers dash out,
he gives a thunderous sound,
Echoes of music while dropping
His brush against the stratosphere,
I can’t wait for the next piece to be
Formed.
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