Painted World

I still remember the first time I tried.
When I picked up the brush and the paint dried.
I started creating a world all my own.

And over the years ,I had grown.
They tell me,it won’t get anywhere.
Just sit and watch.

To tell them all to follow their dreams.
And probably not a match.
Over the years ,my canvas became brighter.

And my paintbrush soon felt lighter.
Paint by paint,brush stroke by brush stroke.
It slowly made its way into a fantasy.

Where everything is in swirls.
And there are boys and girls.
Sunny side twirls.

And I paint on the colors.
First I started with a sketch.
Over the years,it became a stretch.

The color slowly piled up.
And developed a whole new world.
So if you just jump into my canvas.

You’ll find a world divine.
Colors and characters will greet you.
And it will quickly pass the time.

Color by color,I put it on well.
So my colors don’t get muddy.
And they all mix swell.

Pink and green,purple and black.
Is there something my painting lack?
If there is,let me know.

And I’ll add it if i feel whole.
So tell me,what colors do I use?
Pinks,blacks and blues?

Or perhaps all combined.
Art takes dedication and time.
And bells begin to chime.

Let me put on some red.
Rosy cheeks,blue hair on the head.
Doesn’t matter the price of the supply.

Paint eventually dry.
It’s fun,I can’t deny.
Let me tell you a story.

Of an artist with all his glory.
I saw him paint me a moon.
And it started glowing soon.

Maybe one day I’ll come back again.
So farewell,my dear friend.
Let the paint shine and defend.