Paint Me The Sky

Paint me a canvas in the sky.
Let the ocean be the brush,
and the canyon,
the empty pail.

Let the pitter-patter gum drops
rain on my parade.
To fill the ocean
with shards of fiery jade.

Cut down forests
of hard candy,
laid bare in their sugary dust,
swung with the baker's axe.

Let the water run gray
in the lumberjack's dough.
And take the ocean,
to paint me the sky.