Flurry of colors splash across white, dying the blank sheet colorful bright,
Turning plain into beautiful stains, peaceful scenes or dying pains,
Flowers of pink to show serene, lain out in a tasteful fashion,
Full of light, full of passion,
Or not do you fancy the picture of nice dancing Nancy,
If a dark scene of hurt is your sort, man who did wrong awaiting fate in court,
Mothers dripping tears fall on lost precious babe,
World of grudges, world of pains,
Who started this madness, this crazy race of strife,
Young man, it’s the race of life,
Shaken back to his canvas, splashing organized paints into places,
His color taints all of the blank spaces,
Beautiful, dark, hard, bright, still,
Emotion of his mind painted so you won’t be blind, blind to his view,
Emotion of his mind.