God Takes Up His Paintbrush (Poem)
God Takes Up His Paintbrush
In the spring when the air is clean
God takes up his paintbrush
And fills it with colors green
As He uses the Earth as his canvas.
His brush dips into pastel hues
Dabbing blooms on empty bough.
With artist hand He gives us clues
That life faithfully revives somehow.
God splatters colors all around
When summer dances in
As all His wildflowers do abound
And His love warms the air again.
In the fall God does his best
And splashes brilliant hues
On every tree before it rests
When shades of brown once more are used.
In the winter when the air is cold
And all are sleeping low,
He hurls the snow for landscapes bold,
And presents us one last show.
Christine B. © 2009
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