Imagination run rampant,
See the art fire burning from deep within
A colorful lass born with
art in her soul,
ever so bold
From crayon stick figures in halls,
to painted murals on walls
-all self portraits in a riot of color.
Bright and beautiful,
gifted and kind,
With smiles to offer, or maybe, a piece
of her mind
But through the touch of her hand, a part of her
There's no finer friend, a
true work of art.