City of Hues

All the stencil colors,
Painted the canvas;
To its orbital coloration,
So serene;
One couldn't make out,
The canvase discoloration.

The gentle blue strikes,
Mixed with the flowless orange;
Made up the sky humic,
Like a reflecting Gatsby. 

The buildings seemed still,
Yet moving.
The birds seemed moving,
But remained somewhat still.
The painting had a message,
Embedded deep within,
The brush strokes.

One stroke of coloration was missed,
The whole painting losing its appeal.
The final stroke now painting the sky,
"And it is still not ready?"
The painter questions self,
A final stroke of signature;
Now benefitted from the painting.
Titled "ON SALE".