Precise strokes from god's windy brush cover the earth ever so gently
not caged by just one shade or emotion.
The brush puts the green leaves from the trees on the brown soil
patiently the colours blend and make a forest of colours diverse.
The colourless rain enhances the shade of green
falling from deep greyness of stormy gloom.
The deep blue surrounds the cold white and slowly they blend
the ice meets the ocean like a lover's blue eyes meets another's untainted gaze.
The plain green dotted with colours, the seeds splattered with the windy brush.
The blue ocean calm yet rageful
The blue sky vast yet constrained
The grey clouds give rain which are the tears of pain and joy together,
The brown soil gives birth to life and yet shelters the dead.
The divine canvas of nature painted with shades paradoxical.
People too painted within,
red with anger and blue with sadness.
The shades changed by the tongue and changed yet again in perception.
These two eyes cannot do justice to god's beautiful art for it was never for the eyes to see
It was for the mind to perceive, the heart to feel, the eyes need only express.
The hasty simpleton's naivete hides the art,
how shall the bee get the nectar if it does not wait on the flower a moment.
The greedy nincompoops taint the canvas with suffocating grey paint
poisonous shades cover the brightness .
Did man deserve this beauty to admire?
The hearts painted with a malicious shade of black...
Am I up already? from the everlasting dream of colourful bliss,
Now black is all I shall ever see.....
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