If I could paint the world myself,
I’d take my favorites from the shelf
and make the sky a shiny green
with clouds bright orange and sparkly clean.

The leaves and grass I’d paint brave blue
and in the fall, a silver hue,
and for a river, lake, or sea,
a royal purple grape suits me.

Banana yellow for the night
with crimson stars which would delight
and complement a coffee moon
that waxed and waned and turned maroon.

And when I tired of this array,
I’d choose my paints another way.


© by C.F. Kelly.
Used with the author's permission.