He dips his paintbrush in the sun

And rinses it off in the night sky

To create a portrait of pink and orange and purple and blue.

He pulls clouds from Heaven to contrast the blends of colors.

My eyes consume this view like I would consume water after days without it;

It fills my soul and grounds me in its beauty.

Impossible is it for an artist to replicate his work exactly:

Everyday the sun rises, God has created a new sky masterpiece.

Suddenly my worries are burnt up by the rising sun,

its bright rays laughing at my lowly concerns.

What a sweet reminder of the beauty of existence,

that each morning brings newness that is consistently recurring.

I thank the Ultimate Artist for granting a life of beauty

in the simple existence of the everyday.