I am going to steal some colours from nature,
and make a painting which I’ll treasure forever,
as the colours would fade never.
I’ll keep it in open,
won’t store, won’t maintain,
with seasons passing, I’ll add more colours to it with my amateur hands.
I know I have her blessings as she smiles while I paint,
I blush like a child,
Oh that colour on my cheeks is from a rose from the garden of flowers.
