The Beautiful Sky Poem by Richard Lackman

I laid down in a meadow and beheld the endless sky
Some clouds formed in the distance and I watched them pass me by
Between the clouds I surveyed endless seas of azure blue
Which with the coming sunset took on more an orange hue
As daytime turned to evening the orange turned to gray
While colors slowly disappeared to mark the end of day
But black was not the only tone to occupy the sky
As myriads of stars appeared before my watchful eyes
Less vivid than the daytime view but certainly a scene
As striking and inspiring as any I would deem
A painting much less beautiful would surely win a prize
Especially if the canvas occupied just half this size
But paintings are just poor attempts to duplicate what has
Already been created with more beauty and pizzazz
So make a habit every day while going to and fro
To glance up at the sky and take in nature's grandest show
You'll not be disappointed and what's more I'm sure you'll find
This beauty lends serenity and aids your state of mind