I look up and see a pale blue canvas,
Just waiting for natures brush
To paint a picture.
High, high above a white line
Is slowly stroked in the blue,
So slowly, as the picture builds
And that one brushstroke widens,
As time passes so slowly.
There to the side the canvas is paler blue,
The dusting of cloud painting the sky
With such a gentle touch,
That the colour is almost invisible.
Nature’s canvas,
Showing the beauty
Of a pale blue joyfulness.