Words with many colors and textures
laugh at the canvas.
Paths of green mossy thickness
reveberate through the glade.
Satin layers of magenta barely
staining the surface.
Pacing the magic canopy
up and out of my head.
There is so much wisdom in just knowing
and too much education renders us
thoughtless.
The dance of time stands still
with the taste of freedom on our tongues.
Melissa L. Pelletier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-and-painters/
