The sky is an ever changing canvas

Each brush of a cloud

crafted by the strokes of the universe

Something this beautiful

Could never be man made

It is a natural phenomenon

A marvel that we get to witness

In process at any moment

Never finished, an everlasting painting

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(Here is a bonus stanza that I didn’t feel like fit with the others:

A fox chasing the ball of light

Streaking his auburn fur

Across the heavens above)