Amy Darnbrook

Sometimes he sits at the top of the hill
Painting the valley below
And sometimes he watches from his living room
Painting the white flakes of snow

Maybe he'll be at the park today
Painting the children having fun
Or in the dense pine forest
Painting rabbits while they run

He's never in the same place twice
And he is always on his own
With a sketchpad, paintbrush, paints and pallet
Painting the grass as it grows