The Poet-Painter

The painter is a poet
The poet is a painter

There comes a time
When we shall paint the world
With all beautiful hue
Beautiful, light and colorful,
Make her look like a butterfly
Broken out from a cocoon
Adding a fresh lively color
To the worlds darkness
The oceans blue is a painting
The long Spruces on immaculate icy lands
The green forests on hilly scapes and wildlife
A rushing white river, drifting down the waterfall
The red rose and the paper heart crimson
The light feathered Swallow flying above the mountain
In your heart there’s a painting
Shy and hidden from the world
Try seeing the sweetness
Of coloring the thought
That grows in the heart
Try seeing the strength
In painting the world
In a goodly color
And never again
Will the world be the same

Oiroegbu Halls

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