Inspiration is her word of the day,
for she feels it now come the final sun ray.
She is weary from the sunshine hours,
but her mind is filled with subtly coloured flowers.
She writes sturdy, yet not so fast,
even though thoughts keep streaming past.
She fears she may not capture many a wonder,
but then again, she is certain her dreams will ponder.
So when she awakes to a new agenda,
she puts pen to paper to continue at her minds surrender.
The refreshed blues of her widened eyes perceived
the adventures of her sleeping state as something so greatly achieved.
Inspiration flows fluidly in connection with her soul
and she can say it has beautifully taken its toll.
For she is perpetually in anticipation
of continuing to paint with the colours of her happy imagination.