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…
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