Master Piece

The ashen color of the sky,

Resembling the shades on my palette.

Looking at the hazy clouds filling the canvas of nature,

And here I lay on the fresh green grass, gazing up at the sky.

Keeping my palette aside,

I dive into the musky sheets of memories.

Knowing that God answers all our prayers,

My quench for him is never pleased.

As I look above at the grey toned sky,

Blindfolded, I stoked my brushes through the canvas.

Trying to paint the masterpiece right above me,

Hoping that my colors justify the art I see.

And in the back of my mind,

I still remember him.

As I open my blindfolds,

There on the canvas, I see,

Is the fine art my heart wanted

And my hands created.