Van Gogh's Joy

Sunbaked brick, a rosy hue, Straw roof, a tangled, golden nest, Big blue blanket, sky so high. Two dark shapes, a silent pause, Shadows stretch on dusty ground, Blooms like scattered bits of joy. Gray mill wheel, worn and old, Stream whispers, a silver line, Mountains far, a sleepy haze. Swirls of paint, a joyful fight, Van Gogh's heart, a burning flame, Picture sings a world is reborn.