The Painter She paints the world with all the #life She creates a world without all strife She knows her colors and her stroke Her brush is poised just like a knife The colors shape and soon portray The rise and fall of night and day Perhaps they show the leaves that sway Or paint a boat to take me away Her mind begins to unwind to explore From burning stars to the ocean floor Her ideas begin to finally conceive In the painting she begins to weave Perhaps she'll tuck away a shining curl And give her brush a flourished whirl For she is a painter, an artist And her creativity runs farther than the farthest The girl dances with her brush Her fingers move in a delicate rush She spins her story that's in her head Just like this #poem which you have now read
