Paintbrush in hand You trudge to the white wall Pushing the stool, there up you go I see a moon and stars in the dark sky A big black tree spreads its fingers Like a witch with talons Such Mystery!

A light emerges In the inky backdrop Held by a tiny hand in grasp A shadow of a boy, with hat and coat Jauntily he walks while he sings And notes appear on wall Oh, the Beauty!

I let you shine In this magical world A land full of happy swishes Because art is an outlet to create A space of such love and wonder Far off from hate and lies Reality!