paintbrush strokes brush the canvas
each bristle individually placed upon a blank slate
nothing but color as an image of her thoughts
put up as a masterpiece for everyone to admire

behind the beauty of the artwork
hides the blank canvas
no bristles, nothing but a clean slate
for the painter to paint away their thoughts

outside the world is dying
yet all we see is bright colours
and beautiful sights

as we eat pie
and breathe in the crisp air
we can't face the truth,

the leaves are dead

and so are our hearts.