I see your gentle, sweeping colours climb,
And fill the world with newness.
The mountains swim in freshness,
As your feathered fingers stroke the sky,
And lift the blue-black night.
Warming,
Light that steady falls to kiss the earth,
And there is silence, save for song of birds,
And, underneath, the rumbling of the new born sun.
Adorning,
Bringing brighter hopes and dreams, you paint,
The master's calm caress commands,
The canvass yields beneath your loving touch.
I am one - will always watch you.
Ever chasing - never catch you.
Yet you come to me, to be before my eyes.
