What is life without color?
Just a blank paper, blown away by the wind
Without any story to tell
Without glory to share

And here, thy painter of might
Came swiftly by the night
A name not so familiar
A shadow never seen

This is a painter
Coming forth to art
These works he creates
are of truth and the heart

Many are like him
With a brush and a pen
But each one is unique
Their success? We cannot tell when

Bring out the paint
that you have been hiding
Fill the paper with wonderful colors
This is your painting

And you can only experience it once
That is a proof of your adventure
Resting at last
*A once mighty painter