And you feel blue and weary,
Step outside for a while.
Sit on a bench,
look at the sky,
And feast on the Great Artist's art.
See huge clouds traveling,
Or the sun's rays unraveling,
The colors below the cloud cover.
Or at night see the moon,
Alight in full bloom,
The fields of stars hanging over.
But If the sky is all bland,
Or gray, and not grand,
Don't let that bring you down.
For the canvas is clean,
Since the Artist has been,
Getting ready for the next work of art.
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