Magic In the Sky

His is a canvas of white open sky A stroke of his brush, and the magic begins A shade of blue with a tiny red dot Worn on the forehead like a forget me not! Growing into an orange ball rising up He juggles the sun and the morning dew As I doze in the first rays of dancing sunlight Twisting till he opens my curtained sight! A stroke of silver as lightening flashed Shattering my reverie, as it bypassed From out of the blue a changing hue He bent my gaze, of course He has the ability to do that too! This kaleidoscopic painter Shaping colours on a canvas sky Requesting my total attention Hypnotizing me as I look upward in his direction! Bursting out, arched like a bow As he keeps pulling out a rainbow from his funny cloud shaped hat I put my hands together to applaud The greatest magician that ever was! 28.8.22