Reflections…

If I could paint a picture I’d capture little sunbeams reflected in the freshest drop of dew
Delicately balanced on a prairie wild rose petal taking in the morning’s gentle hue

If I could paint a picture I’d catch the mirror of a rainbow all within the gleam of tiny oceans
Clinging like a last hope to slender needles of pine moved with ever quiet motion

If I could paint a picture I’d wash the sunset sky with brilliant colors purple fade to pink
Bouncing back off broken glass, showing off its highest class, a liquid glow of heaven’s golden ink

If I could paint a picture I’d toss the deep, deep blue with silver clouds and not a care at hand
An imitation laughing back clear as day at dawn where shore reaches up to touch the land

If I could paint a picture I’d gather all the apples and sing the song of summer all day long
And as it drifts far off from me I’ll hear it coming back to me, a meadow lark who loves to sing along

If I could paint a picture I’d let the feather fall dancing to the whisper of the wind
Mirrored in the sea glass tone of teardrops rushing quickly wiped away with love by a friend

But if I could paint a picture, if I could truly bring to life the best of all the treasures I could view
I’d choose to paint my hand in yours, my heart your only echo and my eyes forever reflecting you…