God's Canvas

At dawn, I wake to a masterpiece unfolding. 

Soft pinks and golds streak across the sky, 

As if God, the Divine Artist, has just begun His work. 

I recall my grandfather's words: 

"God sits at the edge of the world, Painting the heavens anew each day." 

Throughout the morning, He adds depth and texture, 

Brushstrokes of cirrus clouds against azure blue. 

By midday, the canvas shimmers with vibrant light, 

A testament to His mastery of color and form. 

As evening approaches, He reaches for warmer hues, 

Blending oranges and purples in a breathtaking sunset. 

And when night falls, 

He doesn't rest, 

But sprinkles the dark expanse with stars, 

A glittering display of His infinite creativity. 

I gaze in wonder at this ever-changing artwork, 

My heart swelling with gratitude and awe. 

"Well done today," I whisper to the sky, 

Knowing tomorrow will bring a new masterpiece, 

For God's imagination knows no bounds, 

And His blessings upon my eyes are endless. 

Subhanallah, what a gift to witness 

This daily display of divine artistry.