The Sky

Looking at the sky,  
It becomes clear to me  
The sky is God’s canvas,  
He paints for all to see
The clouds are His paint  
The wind is His brush  
His work is magnificent  
He does not rush  
This picture is always changing  
It never looks the same 
Admire its beauty  
And glorify His name  
The sky tells many stories  
And occasional warnings it may bring 
But when the message is happiness  
Praise you must sing  
Today, admire the sky  
And glorify His name  
For when you see it tomorrow,  
It will not be the same