Throw away those little pieces of paper. Get yourself a big, beautiful canvas. Bring from this nature the most beautiful colors. Find the serene scene within. Find the joy in each corner of your life. Sit still and feel what is within you. Sit still and paint like you have never painted before.
The birds brought seeds & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.
The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.
it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine
A languid janitor bears His lantern through colonnades And the architecture swoons.
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
