The Master Designer

I got up this morning, early, before the sun,

And with a pen and pencil, ink and oil,

Endeavored to copy the work of the Master.

He starts with royal purple and a rosy pink.

I mix my colors,

Almost, but not quite right.

There!

I’m ready to start.

His canvas has changed already.

The pink is a fiery orange,

The satiny purple, a pale blue.

I know if I remix my colors,

His will change again.

I don’t know how He paints this beautiful canvas

That changes with each passing moment.

I don’t know, yet.

But one day I will,

And I, too,

Will paint.