Symphony of the Zephyr

Upon a canvas where the zephyrs play,

Colors riot in harmonious disarray,

Swirls of passion, strokes of the gentle day,

In the painter's wind, the hues sway.

 

A sun of molten gold in azure fields,

A shepherd to the waves and the yields,

Reds and blues in a fervent embrace,

A dance of elements, a vivid grace.

 

The whites crash in spirited foam,

Echoing the laughter of the sky's dome,

A touch of yellow, a dash of warm light,

Sculpting shadows, crafting the flight.

 

Each line a verse in the anthem of the free,

A story woven from the threads of the sea,

The masterpiece of the elements' lore,

A testament to the wild's resounding roar.

 

So let your gaze sail upon this vivid scene,

Where every shade tells of where it's been,

In this painted vortex, let your heart be caught,

In the symphony of the zephyr, the artist's thought.

Done