Laying in the grassy field,
I wonder how it would be to paint the sky.
Using my many brushes to smear the canvas,
Making clouds of colored chaos,
Like paint that strays to far from the brush.
A skypainter who can lay beauty to the world,
Then simply lie back and smile.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
Laying in the grassy field,
I wonder how it would be to paint the sky.
Using my many brushes to smear the canvas,
Making clouds of colored chaos,
Like paint that strays to far from the brush.
A skypainter who can lay beauty to the world,
Then simply lie back and smile.
Welcome back words. I have missed you
