The birds seem to chirp

The air seems to hum

The Light seems to glow

And the wind seems to blow





The dandelions fly by

The birds to fly

The leaves blow across

and the air is filled with moss



The dogs’ bark, the cats purr

The mice are collecting fur

the breeze whistles

as the window shake letting in bristles



As I apply my final touches

I have a chuckle as the brush brushes

And when my painting comes to live

I feel alive