There's nothing better than a new start,

nothing better than art.

A blank canvas,

painting doesn't make me feel anxious.

I dip the bristles into the color

how the paint brush moves, it makes me wonder.

As I paint flowers that grow in the summer,

but then I see the rain outside, what a bummer.

I paint the center of the flower like a ball, 

I wonder if I'm any good at all.

While my hand moves freely

the outer lines are drawn neatly.

While I sketch a dandelion, 

with a sunset horizon,

it makes my eyes brighten.

While I drew the pictures with my imagination,

I could never erase, 

I sketched the love in my heart,

like it would never be replaced.