I paint the things we cannot see,
I paint the wind that moves my hand,
Across the canvas and through the land.
I paint the light that shows me the way,
I paint the love that shines upon me,
A whispered plea to keep us all free.
I paint a palette of promises to keep
Beneath the umbrella’s shade,
A shimmer of hope in a summer glade.
The canvas reveals my inner thoughts.
Shapes take form as the colors grow.
The path opens, the message clear.
Then I know, you are with me now.
What guides my strokes, I cannot say,
Only truth drips from my brush this day.
But I know when the work is done.
The light begins to fade.
My promises kept in the summer glade,
I look upon the finished work and smile,
For the gift you have made.