Someone Behind The Clouds ...

There is a master artist 

Who lives behind the clouds,

Spending time sketching,

Painting and shading his abode 

He has the background blue,

And a variant set of white and black paints,

While the sky is his canvas,

The Earth is his patron 

He makes emotions swirl into his images,

His ideas soar, and transform into paintings,

All of us enter his eyes, and are there -

Safely bottled up in his memory,

Sometimes the objects on Earth,

Sometimes those found in space,

These paintings are his daily routine,

And he follows the timetable with no delay!