Creative Painter

The Creative Painter The painter gets up early sometimes a bit late Depending on his mood Dark clouds when rain is in the air And sometimes storm clouds that give Impression of moving. The painter likes nothing better than Painting the sky blue And make bands of white silk like clouds The sun is easy to paint but if it gets too hot He blocks the sunray some with cerulean Filter to protect bathers’ delicate skin. A saw him up a tall ladder once, a bit unsteady No doubt after a few beers He was painting the new moon a sliver of silver Strewing paint around with his big brush And it was a starlit night.