My sole,ear the peruser  of the
Calm of the dawn and my two
Eyes excusing the sun behind clouds
And my two legs holding me upright
Still, I paint with an easel of palm
And a canvas of grass
The pig brush in hand and a pallet
Imagination, I paint skys woundrous
New hold my senses imbued as I flash green red blue as the sky does
Into a rainbow for you.
Brave strokes wide flushes pink in my hand as the landscape unfolds
Into pure thoughts tales and untold
colors of world's that are here
You must see them with faith
And hope to be sure
And to that that is seen it's bright
Bravely colored as is but
Only in eyes that are open can all
The riches the world holds
Be envisioned
And so pardon my revisions
Reality is good
I've been told
But believe in the work
More of brain cells
Than gold