Written by Danielle E. Pasqua
Copyright © February 29, 2024
She wondered into the horizon
Where the red-blood sun was shining
Mountains stood next to her, scaled with pine trees
Their white peaks so brilliantly rising
The moon lay east of the sun
But it was overshadowed by the lights of the town
The lost painter didn’t care
Because she was amazed at what she had found
It was another place so high and faraway
Between the earth and the stars
In which nature took a likening
To the joy of painting she held in her heart
She may not have carried a canvas or brush
But it doesn’t matter because art is a gift from above
The lost painter was able to create her scene
Where on the green grass, lay the tools she would need
Then from there on she would paint for eternity