Paint A Picture

If you could paint a picture,
what would you draw?
A dark night full of mystery?
A sunset brighter than the sea?
 
They say a picture is worth a thousand words,
but I sit here scribbling rapidly.
The world around me quakes,
unable to keep it's place.
 
The sky is sparkling magically,
clouds float through the dancing of stars,
creating a new kind of image,
one of song and passion.
 
Within the world softer sounds ring,
like the owls talking in the tree's.
Or even the echo of leafs falling.
The wind speaks its mind, it has all along.
 
If you could paint a picture,
what would it be?
A million words struggling to be?
A rhythm of lyrics put to a beat?
 
or simply your beautiful being?
This poem is about: 
Our world

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