I stand up on my tippy-toes
And reaching way up high
I take the paint brush in my hand
And dip it in the sky
Then I take that color
And brush it on the white
It makes the sky I love to see
So purple bluey bright
Next I take a wider brush
And sweeping with my hand
I gather up the colors
That I see upon the land
Russet, Ocher, Umber
Purple is there too
I stroke them on the paper
Making ground beneath the blue
Finally I finish up
With lines and dots and z’s
Gray, blue, green, yellow, and red
I wash in leaves and trees
Last I mark my signature
And with another day
Love is turned to beauty
Isn’t that Love’s way?
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