Priceless 

Happy Solstice! What a beautiful sky. 

The clouds sit
Like elegant brush strokes
Delicate wisps
On the canvas of the sky
As hues blend and shift
The stars begin to appear
With their gifts

Like each great work
It pulls the eye in
As the joy in perceiving
Silences thoughts
And wonderings
Replacing them with
Peace and a smile

This work of art
This mural
Beaming down on us
Asking us to look up
It is given to us freely
As to pay
Would leave this world bankrupt

Dave James Horn ©