Painting

The clouds paint the blue canvas white No matter where you are it’s easy to see That it’s picture perfect and just right The reflection shines on the blue sea. The sun paints the blue canvas orange No matter what you are it’s a lovely view The hours go on and the clouds rearrange The flora sprouts life anew. The stars paint the blue canvas black No matter who you are you need to rest For tomorrow when the blue canvas comes back And shines on the beautiful forest.

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