I Paint the World

i paint the world or maybe the world paints me mornings blaze awakens me the blue grey sky sets me on my way while soft green grass nows turned a deadly brown beneath my toes i reach the bronze sand of the beach dropping my burnt orange towel i walk into mucky waters left by the needed rain mud settles on my feet tops and i squirm to wash i decide to sun bath instead turning my fair skin crisp red then my day is almost over i walk home under star lit sky while full white moon shines down upon me spotlighting my days tan reaching home into a pitch black house i go from room to room lighting the way showering, then heading into a dark bedroom sleeping into a tired night into a new morning