He paints a pretty portrait,
Of a flower in a forest.
Only those who wander see it bloom.

He paints the lilac sunset,
The birds chirping a duet.
Only those who wander hear the tune.

He paints the changing moon,
The different eclipses will make you swoon.
Those who wander float like a balloon.

He paints the world beautiful,
Though it can be crucial.
Those who don't wander see the gloom.