A Thousand Eyes
When twilight chases day,
Heavens twinkled with the delight
Of a thousand artists’ eyes.
The day but one,
A fireball called The Sun,
To help us get our day’s work Done.
When twilight chases day,
Heavens twinkled with the delight
Of a thousand artists’ eyes.
All called upon to pay their due,
Writers must write,
Painters must Paint;
Musicians are most blessed of all,
For their work, they get to Play for you!
Great poem.