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His favourite collection of unpublished memoires.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
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