Now I take the brush so gently
In my hand with loving care
Watch the color flow so softly
On the paper clean and clear.
With my brush I stand
With my paint I can see the sand
With my heart I can feel the land
With my eyes the picture transforms
and guides me into shape and form.
I stand ready, I stand straight
ready to take a journey into water and paint.
All the colors of the world
Are gifts of love to me,
With skill and trust
I take my brush
And place it carefullySo that my work a gift will be