Vivid words, paint vivid pictures,
As if a canvas for the soul,
A radiant field of golden cornflower,
Instantly creates a summers day,
Charcoal skies, of gunmetal grey,
Forms the image, foreboding, dark,
Yet with a pen, my skill is lost,
An infant child would do more good,
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Our words can paint it just as well,
Sweeping hills, and bubbling stream,
Creates an image idyllic, tranquil,
For those that write but cannot paint,
Keep strong your art, for you sooth the soul.

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