Words can paint a picture
The brush is the writer's quill
The letters are our brush strokes
As it paints the writer's will

Like a modern day Picasso
In the words that we paint
The paper is our canvas
As we write without restraint

Framed in the eye of the beholder
It stands the test of time
Searching for the perfect words
As he paints to make it rhyme

The ink brings out the masterpiece
That's hidden in the writer's heart
With the reader, his museum
That displays his work of art