I sit upon the blanket of green
And gaze above at the ceiling of blue.
The flickers of yellow and orange strike upon my brown skin,
Whilst I pick apart the beauty of my home.
I’m in awe of what I see,
The contrasting shades of the colours,
Utilised to paint this perfect picture,
This picture I see before me.
I ponder on the greatness of the creator.
The creator of this thing I call art.
The blossoming sprouts of pink and red
Bursting with the citruses of life.
I sit upon the blanket of green
And I say to myself:
“This colourful world is my oyster
So what quest shall I conquer today?”