Once, while I wandered in a ***** city,
Where the suffering of people goes unseen
I thought that there could be nothing pretty
But then, when looking up I saw a painting above me
Blue as innocent as a baby blue-bird
But as deep and soft as a still and gentle sea

Unmoving as the great large tapestries of kings draped in gold,
Surveying from above all the passersby
Who look from below then leave with a story still untold
And escape from sight with seldom even a heartfelt goodbye.
However, to be fair to the artist the beauty may lie in the fact
That most of the mysteries are still intact

As I stood watching the sky it turned into night,
The endless deep meaning hidden behind that familiar painting of day.
But I was too tired from a long work-day
to glean anything substantial from the display
The ambitious and unfortunate man’s plight
To finally see the measure of the world past the sky
Just when our lives have worn out our eyes

But eventually the sun rose to break
The heavy cover of darkness that I felt lasted too long
Our piece of art came again for the city when it stirred awake
And despite the suffering our world ended up bright once more
So now, oft when I am watching too many things turn out wrong
I simply look right above me,
an ever-present reminder that tomorrow morning,
there will be something beautiful that I have need to see