The CanvassGod dipped his magic brush in the rainbow palette
And drew a stroke on the canvass of the pale blue sky
With puffs of cotton clouds, and vanilla swirls
Sprinkled with golden dust from the sunny rays
Staircase to heaven from the seas to the skies
Red tiled roofs bouncing off the golden streaks
The morning birds chirping in the misty woods
Little children watching the cedar boats
The restless river running down the hills
Cutting through the tapestry of lime green weeds
Gurgling with laughter with the boisterous wind
Little shingles in pearl white lacing the way
The sonorous church bell echoing in the valley
Of delicate flowers the colour of ripe lemon
And it showers again, like ice cold sprinklers
From the garden of heaven
And life is beautiful…yet again!
And drew a stroke on the canvass of the pale blue sky
With puffs of cotton clouds, and vanilla swirls
Sprinkled with golden dust from the sunny rays
Staircase to heaven from the seas to the skies
Red tiled roofs bouncing off the golden streaks
The morning birds chirping in the misty woods
Little children watching the cedar boats
The restless river running down the hills
Cutting through the tapestry of lime green weeds
Gurgling with laughter with the boisterous wind
Little shingles in pearl white lacing the way
The sonorous church bell echoing in the valley
Of delicate flowers the colour of ripe lemon
And it showers again, like ice cold sprinklers
From the garden of heaven
And life is beautiful…yet again!
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