Master’s Brush Strokes
July 7, 2017 § Leave a comment
Oh! the Master’s brush strokes no one can match
The sun his brush he paints a sea in sky
The west is golden with shimmering scales
And east a tumultuous twilight with heavy clouds for waves.
Inbetween lies the calm ocean so tantalisingly close
Like you can drive into it from the flyover on the way home.