The Sky’s Canvas

Each dawn unfolds a painted sky, With strokes of pink and gold entwined, As clouds parade, they float and fly, A masterpiece, by nature signed.

The setting sun, in vivid hues, Adorns the space where day is done, With every twilight, there’s a muse, In colors rich, the night begun.

When stars emerge, a quiet glow, In stillness, every heart shall find, The sky’s canvas, a gentle flow, A whispered dream, for all mankind.

• Clara Wadel