A painted view

The way God paints the sky

With his subconscious mind

Each day without either care or concern

Across the canvas of eyes

No less impressive then

Is the humanness of this

The way your care and concern

For the future grows in growth

Governed by the injust and justice

Colors a picture more brightly of you

Than of any morning hue

My camera eyes have ever seen in the sky

How you care I do not

But I love the sight all the same

How you live I know not

Though I am happy you do

Saria