The Sky

 Looking at the sky,   
It becomes clear to me   
The sky is God’s canvas,   
He paints for all to see  
The clouds are His paint   
The wind is His brush   
His work is magnificent   
He does not rush   
This picture is always changing   
It never looks the same  
Admire its beauty   
And glorify His name   
The sky tells many stories   
And occasional warnings it may bring  
But when the message is happiness   
Praise you must sing   
Today, admire the sky   
And glorify His name   
For when you see it tomorrow,   
It will not be the same