The canvas is his landscape of hues
Bold statements in the strokes
His anger painted in the red
He envelops himself in the silence
All around stands still
Soon he feels the kiss from the ocean spray
While the mountains echo the roaring waves
The essence of the wildflowers dancing
in his nostrils
While the trees dance in harmony
with the wings of the butterfly
Quiet, serene, the night begins to fall
While the stars twinkle the night's eve
The moon illuminating the shadow of his
strong vessel
Dancing among the clouds he soon drifts back
to the canvas of hues

Christina Lynn Burks