The sky is a canvas,
Its possibilities are vast,
It offers clouds nonetheless,
Unless it is cloudless.
Clouds shift and drift and beg interpretation,
The sun adds colour into the equation,
Quivering lightning and roaring thunder,
Creating masterpieces with evanescent splendour.
Your future is a blank canvas,
Never look back for the past is past,
Work on creating a masterpiece,
A painting of love, health, wealth and inner peace.
Your mind is the canvas upon which you are the artist,
You should give your mind endless practice,
Every stroke of the brush alters,
Unleashing your potential is all that matters.