Another day is at an end,
And the great artist paints the sky.
Reds, and orange, and yellow blend,
On the giant canvass way up high.
Witness the brush strokes,
The colors all appear at will.
The artist great majesty invokes,
A magnificent work, the greatest still.
Michael Angelo, Davinci, all of them,
Mere paupers passing by.
Not one of them could be like him,
The artist living in the sky.
10/5/10 Alton Texas
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-artist-21/
