The sky is a perfect canvas.
It conveys,
All at once in gathered clouds,
The rushèd stillnes
Nature was born with,
For as the clouds stay present
I feel they move.

The radient sun,
Ever godly in his sphere,
Adds color and drama
To this free tableau.

Red skies give
Warning or delight
And always blessèd inspiration.

Write on,
Paint on,
With the blessing
Of the Artist Most High.