Earth was my canvas

Earth was my canvas.
I sowed it with tears.
Colored within the borders. 
Of my parents estate.

Then the skies broke,
My trees pierced the clouds.
I could no longer paint, 
In frames preconceived.
Their earthen floors crumble, 
Under my neat rows.
Their fences wobble,
Touching my brush strokes.

Now I must only cry,
Call the universe edge.
Seas and space my paints.
Life being my platform.
Infinity my play.

(Yom Kippur 5775)