Palette of Your Heart

You never grow weary of painting your feelings in the canvas sky above. I don’t grow tired of studying you, as you dance on the beach and reach up to the peeking stars like they are the arms of your gentle father bright.

You are the epitome and brushstroke of freedom true!

So few, find the joy you display. You refuse to join the world’s gaudy fray. I just witnessed how you blended all the colors around you. You captured the colors in such an affectionate fashion, in the palette of your heart.