The Artist

The Sky

Is a blank canvas

Just past dawn

Yearning for blue eyes, brown eyes, grey eyes, sad eyes,

To acknowledge its beauty and potential.

The Sky

Is a blazing masterpiece

Of mixed hues

Marking the day's gentle falls and the countering rises,

A spontaneous masterpiece.

The Sky

Is a blank canvas

With an artist

Crafting the beauties of tomorrow with bare hands, rugged feet, and a tired smile,

Yearning for me to look up.