Swirls on a piece of paper

Dancing to make a scene

Filled with colors of a waking sky

Bright enough the rooster in your head whispers the wake up tune.

 

Dark clouds

are seen off in the distance

They are filled with a sweet serenity

Of this only happens

It happens for you

 

There are mountains

More like hills really

That cover the background

And are covered in whites and greys

and highlights and darks.

This is what gives them life

 

Downstream of blue

And brilliant colors dance on the surface.

A fish in a mouth of brown fur

Almost acts as if given up

But the brown fur lives on

 

Cedar trees covered in emeralds

Filled with birds and leaves

A feeling of circles being complete

To help finish the scene.