Stand Out

I stare at a blank canvas As the storm clouds roll in What could be of my day Portrayed upon this empty slate A passing of time A moment lost in space A memory long forgotten The paints gaze at me As if I know they place The brushes sit quietly The skies open up I sense their calling To stand out in the morning Pronouncing their strength The paints start to flow Upon a slate so clean The rumbles of thunder Rain down against my chest Color so dreary spreads like fire Across the canvas so smooth The rain pauses yet I take no notice Filling the canvas The paints talk to me As if I’m to listen to the hand above Flooding the work before me Blending the water about the trees The rain filled air so sweet A single tree to stand out © cmwilmes  

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