Paint

I picked up a brush

And a little dip of paint

After a few tries, I know

The kind of artist I ain't

So I will paint a picture

In your head

With the words

That I write instead

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I'll start with the sky

Use your imagination

Blue, with a hint of purple

While sun is shining happily

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Next is the tree

Tall and blooming

The breeze makes it wave

Returning air so pure

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Then there is the river

Flowing calm

Yet crashing rocks

And softly roar at me

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I wade in, it is quite cold

The river hits the sea

Opening up vast horizon

Where our eyes finally meet

Now step back and look

What a wonderful view

And the canvas can go wherever

Because it is in you