My master

Today, I sat down 

In the open, 

On my porch 

Quietly appreciating 

A master at work 

Above me, 

A long ways off, 

Lay her tools, 

In any case, 

She crafted it with deep blue 

I saw her, 

The Master, 

With utmost care and diligence, 

Plunge her brush in gold, 

What's more, seconds after that, 

I saw it shining brilliantly, 

Bundle of light, 

Winking at me, 

Through the blues 

I could feel, 

The sun 

The glow of its kiss, 

On my brow, 

I shut my eyes, 

Also, rested 

Around early afternoon, the delicate breeze 

Furthermore, light downpour 

Broke my rest, 

I woke up, 

To see the Master 

Still busy working… 

Every one of the exhibitions 

On the planet, 

Every one of the specialists set up, 

Can't coordinate 

Up to her brush's stroke 

I could see 

The cotton-like mists, 

The outline of birds flying, 

Furthermore, gradually his blue material, 

Had become a striking shade of dark 

Furthermore, his creation woke up 

In the evening, 

With the weighty downpour, 

Beating the soft soil, 

Connecting the earth to the sky 

In a surge of water 

I surged inside 

To my bed 

Late around evening time, 

I actually found, 

The Master at work 

I pondered, 

Does she at any point rest? 

First light to nightfall, 

She was busy working… 

I saw her sprinkle her dim material, 

With silver... 

The sky shimmered in delight, 

With zillions of little jewels, 

We were honored, 

With a brilliant evening 

For The Master was as yet busy working…