God's Canvas

He scraped the paint from his pallet and smeared it on his canvas On his mind was a folksy sun rise A glowing medallion, triumphant Blazing in orange, yellow and red Seagulls flying over the horizon bed. Proud and satisfied with this aesthetic work of art He felt more creative, ignited, adventurous So he dipped his paintbrush in blue white and grey And drew a thunderstorm in full play With lightning bolts striking haphazardly Flashing the canvas wildly and passionately. The overwhelmed canvas wept Tears of awe, tears of joy Rain cleansed all the roads below. He felt calmer somehow relieved Of what he has so far achieved And why not a rainbow of smiles Embracing all different form and styles So he drew a multicolored arch Uplifting every sulky weary March. He then felt mystified And asked the canvas what to draw next Let my darkness glow with light Draw the moon with stars shining bright And so he did with the moon and stars His favourite collection of unpublished memoires. So all his paintings were chosen For life’s greatest exhibition And all the humans were stupefied believed that God was a true magician. God and his canvas His sky The philosopher’s wisdom eye His artistic beautify. 3RD PLACE Sky Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen