On the eastern sky
An artist watches the horizon,
As though colors of the heaven
Are within his reach, in his hands,
Painting carefully
Before the ascending sun,
Painting hurriedly
Life on the canvas, creating.

Colors fade suddenly
From the outburst of light,
Into the canvas, they glow
Infancy of sunrise.

By then the artist knows
The passing moment,
Begins to feel the heat of the day
And the skyline above
Becomes ordinary in his eye.