Art in Motion

This paintbrush came from the sea,
Fashioned in the depths of dreams and belief,
Lines of blue that drew out the sky,
Waves that passed by and by…

In it was the trees, the leaves and the land,
The art of all of nature blossomed in its hand.
Creation fixated down and into a point…
This divine imagination for the universe to exploit.

Valleys dug deep by rivers that creep,
Mountains shattered by the wind into peaks.
And then a beat of warmth, as life stirred in its first chest,
The heart given as a gift to commune with on this quest
Beauty turned to passion in the eyes of its beholders,
And a grace called love was brought into order.

But lines became thin with complexity when man came to be,
No color could match the fate only art could see…
It was a girl who found this paintbrush, laying in the sand,
In it, the history of understanding, since the dawn of man.

With one stroke she could paint the clouds in every shape!
Paint every face of every creature and every trait…
Her design was in constant motion, at wim of the emotion,
An inspiration of all, deeper then any ocean.

She danced and she sang and she positioned the stars,
Running down the beach with delight as she created a barge.
The ship came to a stop at her feet, and she nearly floated on board,
Then set sail away from the mainland and off into a storm.

She created dolphins and mermaids and whatever came to her mind,
As she steered the ship straight and true, leaving everything else behind.
Her hair became wild, like a vibrant flower meadow,
And her skin turned to light as her laughter continued to echo.

Deep out at sea her ship was split by lightning,
Passion had swelled the seas into a beauty so dark and terrifying.
Fear showed its face as her vessel began to sink,
So she painted a smile on fear and blew a kiss with a wink.

In her eyes the moon was born as she remembered a boy she once knew,
And it was the image of his eyes, that sank down with her into the blue.
She sank down deep until she was at the depth of all belief,
Where the paintbrush had been forged and where it now would sleep.

But the girl had changed, and could no longer go home,
And she exhaled her love for the boy, and cradled her arms around her bones.

Now the boy could see this girl, in the mountains and trees and rivers.
In the stars above the fire, amongst the woods and all its critters.
Beyond valleys that vein there way through the beautiful bodies of land,
All the way within the flesh and blood that made him a man,
The girl had chosen, for this path was fated to be,
Thus mother nature was born, painting out our world with a paintbrush from the sea.

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