i wish i could paint

i wish i could paint in a way so that the big artist´s colors were flowing through my fingers and out onto the paper

i wish i could paint all the picture i have in my mind on pieces of paper and give them to all those people who can only see grey

to those people marching with big boots who forget to see the fall colors red and orange foliage, who are to far away from the forest to be mesmerized by a diamond dewdrop on a lingonberry bunch deeply embedded in the dark green moss

to those people who have hopelessly sank down in their muddy black holes until they no longer see the the gold in the sunrise, the hope when the glittering threads rain down on the tree tops

to all children that have been so frightened that they forget to smell the roses and chase Peter Rabbit

i wish i could paint so the grey fog lifted and they could all bow their heads before the Great Artist  and his manifold color palette