Paint

Swaying trees are God's paintbrushes filling up a landcaped canvas of falling leaves Colors spelled colours to include you as you move your legs with whimsical youth Further blessings bring pure white snow a culmination of everything you'll ever know A palette of ponds, fields and concrete paths fixed yet providing the doorway of heaven's math Your arms are also paintbrushes that gently caress an environment where you bring more and never less Fingers are the bristle that tickle the earth for your own joyous mirth Now frame this picture of what you've drawn as happiness is what your movements spawn Tuesday, November 16, 2021 Become A Painting Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke