Looking up at the clouds so high
Watching colors stretch across the sky
As they combine and spread apart gracefully
An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by

As the sun first wakes
Golden hues are painted on the tips
I’m struck by the beauty
How lucky am I to be a witness

As the sun slowly dances across the sky
The image changes as clouds come and go
Feathery wisps of cotton stretch out
While others appear as the atomic bomb exploded

As the sun reaches the western horizon
The colors of the rainbow come back for a second act
Purple, pink, red, and orange are coated in layers
Until the colors slowly fade to black

This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One