A Masterpiece

One day while walking sadly,
I met an artist on the street.
He said “Let me paint you a picture,
Of something very sweet.”
I replied to him, “Paint me a sky
Bluer than blue with clouds so high.”
So he went to work right there.
He concentrated so hard,
And when he pulled away,
The most beautiful sky I saw.
It brought tears to my eyes,
In the middle of the street.
The artist smiled at me and said,
“Ma’am, this is no masterpiece.
This is how the sky looks
Each and every day.
Sometimes you just have to wait
For the clouds to blow away.”