Just Write

My words create a painting better than Van Gogh,

Mysterious and livid.

All alone in a meadow of green,

Daisies, sprinkled around like snow.

Last of the rain with goodbyes to bid.

The eyes watching from the forest around so keen.

The wind, it doesn’t blow.

Sky so clear, all the clouds have been rid.

All alone on the towering meadow hill.