THE PALLET
Mother Nature –that is I-
Who paints the seas, forests, and skies.
At the break of dawn, I begin to shade
The home of the species I have made.
The blazing sun begins the day
Red, crimson, peach, and orange lay
Spreading gently around the world
Leaving behind fierce strikes of gold.
Brushing by, I paint the seas
Sifted beige sand, the waves blue marine
Laced with bubbly edges, too.
Terrestrial creatures awaken soon
To discover a tropic exploding with green
With vibrant organisms living between.
I’d love to spend the day here and see
There wonderful creatures live peacefully
But I must go on, there is more to color,
The families of tree, one after another.
They are truly selfless, for they only give
Air to my earth so others can live.
They color the earth floor with shades of brown
Covered with leaves that transcend to the ground.
Soaring higher are mountains in sight.
I must paint their snow, I mush paint it right.
The view melts me heart but it’s not over yet.
There’s still a sky to blend after the sun sets.
The beauty of darkness, my favorite time of all
Glimmering balls of fire, bright and small
Cloaked by majestic simple hues
Swirled with dark tints of violets and blues
Topped with a moon, milky and white
At last, it is finished, it ends with the night.
And I owe it all to The Pallet.
Mother Nature –that is I-
Who paints the seas, forests, and skies.
At the break of dawn, I begin to shade
The home of the species I have made.
The blazing sun begins the day
Red, crimson, peach, and orange lay
Spreading gently around the world
Leaving behind fierce strikes of gold.
Brushing by, I paint the seas
Sifted beige sand, the waves blue marine
Laced with bubbly edges, too.
Terrestrial creatures awaken soon
To discover a tropic exploding with green
With vibrant organisms living between.
I’d love to spend the day here and see
There wonderful creatures live peacefully
But I must go on, there is more to color,
The families of tree, one after another.
They are truly selfless, for they only give
Air to my earth so others can live.
They color the earth floor with shades of brown
Covered with leaves that transcend to the ground.
Soaring higher are mountains in sight.
I must paint their snow, I mush paint it right.
The view melts me heart but it’s not over yet.
There’s still a sky to blend after the sun sets.
The beauty of darkness, my favorite time of all
Glimmering balls of fire, bright and small
Cloaked by majestic simple hues
Swirled with dark tints of violets and blues
Topped with a moon, milky and white
At last, it is finished, it ends with the night.
And I owe it all to The Pallet.