Got up this morning,
To follow the same old routine,
That never changes anymore,
But I stop and my breath hitched.
Through the window, I see...
A painting made in the sky,
Hues of brilliant vibrant colours.
Through the window, I see...
A painting in the water,
The ripples dancing across.
Through the window, I see...
The world from brand new eyes,
where strokes tell stories.
I sit and start painting,
Pouring my heart out,
To see,
A brand new world waiting for me.