In the dance of colors, vivid and bright,
Amidst the canvas, a delightful sight.
Orange and yellow, green and blue,
A forest scene, morning dew.
Trees stand tall with grace, alight,
With hues of sun light, oh so bright.
Nature’s artistry, a silent song,
In this painted world, we belong.
The artist’s brush has spun,
A symphony of seasons, never undone.
Each stroke whispers of days to come,
Where imagination blooms, and hearts are won.
