Paint Me a Picture
Paint me a picture,
Call it what you will.
Draw me summer’s clouds
Outside my windowsill.
A splash of wine on the horizon,
A sapphire to form the sea.
A dash of honey for the sun
That shines so bright for me!
A sprinkle of a rainbow,
That falls down from the stars.
A sultry summer day beneath
The realms of the quasars.
Golden hues that rise from dawn,
Atop the chestnut mountains.
And several stripes of beryl
Which enshroud those mystic fountains!
A miracle of sweet device
That comes to me all bright.
A landscape made of something nice
Which gleams upon my sight.
A taste of all the finer shades
That dwell upon this view.
A history of all the trades
That tells of me and you.
A simple mark upon the grace
Which seems too fair for thought.
And all the blushes that I trace
That history had brought.
A smile of a candied field,
That flows throughout my age.
A glass too large for one to wield,
That Nature loves to wage.
Blessings from a violet rose
That burst out with pleasant scent.
Flickers from our world which knows
How to tickle our intent!
A mind at ease with all the things
That sway in every season.
A summer day that sweetly brings
Perfect, unplanned reason.
Calming gestures of the leaves
Which appear at mystic will.
Soothing voices of the breeze
Outside my windowsill.
Serenity displaced throughout
Each and every nook.
Simple pleasures brought about
In every glance I took.
Reflections from a silver shade
That rest upon a river.
Enjoyments of the sounds it made
That struck and made me quiver!
A light that visits all year round,
And paints a cerulean sea.
Paradise in each view found
Of Nature and history.
Virginity in every blade
Of grass atop the lawn.
A secret dance in morning play’d,
When peaking low was dawn.
A quiet prayer in solitude;
I drew back my first pure breath.
A place that many have argued
Is the afterlife of death!
A meeting ground where I have met
All things of Nature placed.
One kiss of Nature - I’ll forget
Soon what it was I traced;
All this beauty dispersed throughout
Each romantic stem of Good.
Form all the pleasures brought about
That we dearly keep, and should!
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