An Evening Sky

There is a painting.
And hence, there must be a painter.

This is logical inference.

That there is the painted sky
With myriad colors,
And effortless transitions
From one color to another.
And hence, there must be a painter.

How can this be sheer stupidity?

It lifts my spirits
To imagine
That God must have hired
Some beloved painter
And tasked him
To paint the sky
Each day
And each moment
With the most beautiful colors
Till eternity