Sky — A Sonnet

Upon a canvas, my God paints the sky;

— With vibrant yellow, peach, pink, and blue hues.

These colors are chosen to please my eye,

He made it so for me, you see, His muse.

As the first stroke of color He awaits,

Masterfully, patiently, He prepares.

Carefully, tenderly, my God creates,

His eye is precise — no detail, He spares.

He begins to blend — yellows here, pinks there;

And slowly, the painting comes together.

Luscious clouds, He designs with gentle care;

His masterpiece, now something I treasure.

Gingerly, I watch as the clouds roll by,

Full of awe, because my God paints the sky.