The Sky- a poem
The sky is painted, colors flow
Like pigments with brush strokes.
Delicately placed as if
Someone had taken notes.
The fluffy clouds are hung with care
On left side of the page,
While from the right, a bird flies by
As if it were a stage.
A simple sunset overall,
Yet majesty is there.
Just waiting for your eyes to see
As nature gently shares.
Retm