Birds stand in a colourful rolling landscape of hills and tall flowers that reach towards the sun and sky.
Morning
Innocense
Early Childhood
Childlike Beauty
The Love of World
. . .
May I see?
You take a last look as the only one who has been witness to your painting. Until this moment you alone have felt its birdsong, its sun and colour. You smile, take the person who cares for you by the hand, and guide them to sit down. You ask they close their eyes and that they count to five:
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
You hold up your painting.
Here is what I love.