Paintings on the sky.

On the blue hued canvas,
With spongy colors of gray and white,
Sometimes black too
Hiding the sun bright,
Suffusing colors many and swift
The paintings on the sky
The heaven’s gift.
Not caught in dimension
Nor static in time,
Following no rule
when they sprinkle
white cotton wool
Galloping shapes
Of thousand swans
Clouds are the colors
Clouds are pallets
When angels in sky
paint in heavenly dye.
In the night
They have added spots,
Those silvery sheep called stars
And their kind shepherd
Moon,Like Krishna in Vrindavan
Adding to the dark glory,
A new picture every night.
Such is ever fresh beauty
Of everyday's sky.That,
Michelangelo's multicolored dome
In all Pomp of the Rome ,
Human magnitude's epitome
Yet Looks like a firefly .
These paintings on sky.
Give enough proofs again.
That the magnificence,
Of nature’s art and class.
No man can ever surpass.