white and blue...

He was painting...
this morn when he went to Him
He was painting...
a big canvas
got colorful by His soft brush...
'i wonder...'
the kid murmured...
'this Man keeps me forever thus
on hooks!
look...
He is painting...
and what a painted canvas...
He is doing here...
blue and white...
and a lot of orangy pink...
spreading out...
a pattern...
but why so much of blue and white?
perhaps He loves Sky...
and Ocean...
but if that is the cause...'
he the kid paused
his childish thoughts
for He the architect looked up...
smiling...
the young old smile...
for which he would die
any given day...
any given moment...

'human eye...'
He started...
the Lightness of the morn
all over Him-
His canvas...
'can only catch dear
430-790 THz ...
frequency of light...
and...
in the scale
of Munsell
white is highest...
carrying value nine...
and that mild sky blue
that is sitting fine...
just after that...
and...
you know something?
it is quite amazing...
the higher the lightness...
the higher is the nerve impulses...
per nerve fibre...
per unit time...
the small time...I mean...'

He the omniscient...
the architect...
the Him...
smiling...
muttered soft...
as if Her was thinking
something...
His brush held in His hand...

he the kid...
said nothing...
he just ran
to the balcony...
to see the sky...
it was white and blue...
with pinkish orange spreading...

he the kid smiled...
did he not feel
once again Happy?
Inside?