To the painting above me, thank you.

You teach me that each day brings a blank canvas.

New colors and patterns that are never set in stone,

Always changing to make a brand-new picture.

You offer me a fresh start every morning,

Just like your sunrises.

To the painting above me, thank you.

You show me that not every day brings light,

Dark clouds and loud cracks, rare breakdowns

Casting a gloomy shadow for short periods of time.

You tell me that it’s okay to cry; even the sky does sometimes,

Just like your rainy days.

To the painting above me, thank you.

You remind me that good things do come.

Radiating warmth and baby blues, sun breaking through

Even after raging storms, always returning with elegance.

You stress to me that hard times pass only to bring bliss and happiness,

Just like your bright blue skies.

To the painting above me, thank you.

You offer rest and relief, even on my worst days.

Calm endings and colors fading out,

Tucking away all the chaos to reveal a picturesque ending.

You point out to me that timing is everything; it brings beauty and peace,

Just like your sunsets.