If words were a painting
I’d paint me a scene
A long solitary road
Surrounded by green
I’d make every stroke a melody
That you’d hear in the leaves
Of a whisper that the wind blows
In the deep sea of trees
Every now and then
A traveler
Would come along with the breeze
Becoming part
Of a harmony
Before drifting back in
To the stream
As if it were a dream