Canvas of Life
The canvas of life waits before our eyes. While we wait for the brush to paint our lives.
The colors splash on the virgin white and stain the innocence that is ruined with the emerald envy. The lessons we learn teach us to accept what we have and lend a helping hand.
We feel the anger and rage as dark ruby flows from the tear, we realize that our lives can be ripped away like the page that has been torn in hasty zeal.
The joy of viewing the beauty of a splatter of gold. As we discover that everything has beauty. Whether be hidden or obvious, we see it with interesting brightness. The awareness is imbedded deep within our souls.
A feeling of sadness and imprisonment fill us as streams of blue streak down.
We look for shelter as we truly understand the canvas of life.
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