Thoughts are clouds on canvas sky –
Some go idly drifting by,
Moved by whim or circumstance,
Shaped as concepts meet by chance.
Others draw conclusions there,
Intention giving studied air –
Captured by the artist’s mind,
Reflection paints each view refined.
Lest your work of art be marred
By thunder-heads, be on your guard;
Better than the stormy strokes
Are lovely thoughts that hope evokes.