It is white and I paint in blue
I use the sponge to make the clouds.
The sun is rising,
I use orange, yellow and a little bit of red to paint this God.
Slowly my colours drip off the canvas down to Earth,
Painting everyone and giving each their colour.
The sky is a lonely blue
Searching for someone to love it and paint it.
And so once everyday before the sun bids bye,
the world splashes colours on it.
White, blue, purple, yellow, orange, red.
And the massive canvas is now complete.
The sky has been painted.