Words Can Paint a Picture
A Thousand Pictures in Writing
If a picture can paint a thousand words, I submit it now in reverse.
Beauty in words, as a painting, as in an art, can be no worse.
The reds and golds in a late sunset, pinks in an early morning's light,
The beautiful blues of cloud strewn skies, A brilliant sun, above so bright.
Gentle valleys bathed in greens, and beyond, lay the vast ochre plains.
Dark blue mountains climb to the sky, Below them, the woodland lanes.
White sea gulls call, in a spiraling flight, over oceans there, so deep,
Colorful fish swim in water's sublime, As the starlight brings on sleep.
A yellow moon rises over plumes of fog, feathered by currents on the wind.
The rippled sheen in a cooling air, will soon in darkness, all to blend.
Brown crickets and frogs, sing to the night, as morning waits patiently, still.
The stars all blink their messages of light, over the cabin that sits on the hill.
A canvas was spread on the lawn outside, words of color placed just so,
Painted scenes were applied in writing, their forms, a new way to show.
Beauty portrayed in a spirit so clean, and without a cost or token, or fee.
A thousand pictures made all in one, by words written for all to see.
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