Life in Technicolor

A new painting everyday, Hues of orange, yellow and gold, On the same vast blue canvas, As dusk falls.

Charmed by the bees buzzing, Over the bright yellow sunflowers, She loses herself in a reverie, As the Koel sings from afar. The wind calls out to her, Luring her with the sweet scent  Of the fresh jasmine blooms, While the river belts out a soft musical rhythm. Lost to the world, A gleam in her eyes, Marvelling at the mysteries Of the Universe, She sighs.