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.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world