My World Of Paint Poem by Summer Song

The brush sits in your hand
waiting to streak a blank piece of paper with your imagination
can you feel it?
your brain is churning
how will that paper hold all your thoughts and feelings?

Reach for your imagination
smooth it on the page with paint
you see the place you're painting
you're in another world

Step into your picture
paint a world you love
but when you're done
put it on a wall, so old and young
can visit the world that lies in your imagination