Coloring Nature Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The hand held the paintbrush that on a creation brushed,
Oh, the color diffused in the moody bright sunlight.
The fruited trees' new colors that the paintbrush brushed.
Oh, the effervescent churn of the falling azure waves.

Nature's creation gone on and on,
Nature's creation painted from one stroke to another.
Tiny brush strokes to make a huge picture,
So many different colors, in so many hues.

The creation gone wild and expansive.
The creation, nature's creation.