Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.
The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.
Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.
Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put ...
I'm having a bad day
Do you know what I mean
So I'm gonna sit down, relax
Then turn on my screen
I'll talk to all my friends
Tell them about my day
They help when I'm down
Make my troubles fade away
They're always there for me