Equisite Skyline

I hovered softly to see the exquisite skyline As it set in place, the most overtaking colors The colorful clouds were painted pinkish orange As it set in mind a painted picture And we were the ones disturbing this picture This moving paint Of the comfort of mind Of the settle of thought I preserved the moment and thought of the artist The one who created this picture In the early morning of peaceful chills to come I honored this picture Not all people saw this speck of painted art As we went west, the light-blue skyline appeared cloudless But as I glanced east, there they are The clouds of beauty Of sanity, of manifest To the only True Artist; God