Today the sky is a canvas,
Pure unblemished blue as far as the eye can see,
Awaiting nature's artists:
The bird that with invisible ink, dips and squiggles and swirls.
Only those lucky enough to be watching as it works, witness its intricate curls.
The wind that sponges on puffs of paint from grey to purest white,
Layering clouds in every shade, working day a…
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