young children's faces of different races...yet
something familiar's in all of their faces...like
two old men chucklin' so happy go lucky, they're
accommodating winds flick paint brush bristle ends
one painter finishes, another's day begins
she colors houses and he covers canvasses
they both paint beautifull things
seeing a rembrandt, but being much too near it
you surely see all it's flaws, looking from there...yet
look from a distance. look at it whole. and you'll see
seeing a rembrandt, but being much too near it
you surely see all it's flaws, looking from there...yet
look from a distance. look at it whole. and you'll see
flaws are most beautiful things
sun colored coy swim through watery paintings,
a cockatoo calls and we make it's acquaintance.
the sound of rain falling, the smell of it always
re-minds me of beautiful things
