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
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