First paint a book, pages filled with endless hope
Describing rides down an
endless slope
In thick, long strokes
Paint the words of a song
floating, flying
In a way to stop all crying
Then center a sunset giving
new light
And the clouds of color in their
flight
Draw the trees, softly calling
Draw the leaves, gently falling.
Paint me singing
With nature’s voice ringing
In the book, through the pages
Song singing through the ages
Once you’ve completed your
masterpiece
you can sign your name and
get some eats.
— Brooke Mitchell, age 11 Carlsbad, California