.:Untitled:.Life is an empty canvas.It’s through our words and actionsThat it’s woven into a product of beautyAnd bestowed upon meaning undreamt of.Our lives are a work of art.
It doesn’t matter what colours or brushes you useOr what mistakes you make, for that matterJust dry your eyes and pick up your brushYou’ve got a picture to paintAn all of eternity to admire it when you’re done.
...I like to dance in the sun-kissed fields. andreally, the way it feels is,Warmth...scattering dandelionsacross raysof gold patternedgrass.[whether its bright out or not, you'llalways shine like the sun .]