After You painted the sun in the sky,
Adding a rainbow and brilliant sunrise;
After You crafted the mountains and trees,
Sketching the lilies, the roses, the seas –
You left me a palette, with flowers for hues,
And gave me blank canvas and paintbrush to use…
Indian paintbrush grows wild here – it comes in many variations of pinks. Â This one is growing in the ditch near my yard – I don’t know its proper botanical name. Â It always reminds me that art is alive all around us in this gallery we call Earth…

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