Painted Dreams

With brush strokes delicate and true,

I paint my dreams in vibrant hue.

A canvas alive with colors bold,

Each stroke a story waiting to be told.

I dip my brush into pots of gold,

And sweep it gently, as stories unfold.

A sunrise emerges, a new day's birth,

As orange and pink blend upon the Earth.

The strokes intertwine like a lover's embrace,

Creating a portrait of serenity and grace.

Mountains arise with jagged peaks,

While rivers flow with tranquil streaks.

I add shades of blue, like the ocean deep,

A vast expanse where dreams may keep.

The waves crash upon the canvas shore,

Whispering tales of journeys to explore.

Splashes of green breathe life into trees,

A symphony of leaves, swaying in the breeze.

Birds take flight in the painted sky,

Their melodies echoing as they soar high.

I blend vibrant reds, igniting passion's fire,

Capturing desires that the heart aspires.

Roses bloom with petals soft and sweet,

Love's tender whispers, painting complete.

And in the midst of this artistic spree,

I find myself lost in the masterpiece I see.

For with each stroke and color I apply,

I release my soul, letting dreams fly.

For art is a language, both silent and loud,

A window to emotions, a way to be proud.

So let the canvas speak, let the colors play,

As dreams unfold in this painted display.