Painting

Sometimes she sits at the top of the hill
Painting the valley below
And sometimes she watches from her room
Painting the white flakes of snow

Maybe she'll be at the park today
Painting the ducks having fun
Or in the dense pine forest
Painting rabbits while they run

She's never in the same place twice
And she is always on her own
With a sketchpad, paintbrush, paints and pallet
Painting the grass as it grows
-Amy Darnbrook