There was an ethereal dismay in the wake of a cascading cavalcade.

Confusion, the state uncertainty and illusion, is our origin chronologically.

Sincerity in thought but not of deeds chaos creates.

Apply ink to screen and discover your own mythologies.

Upon an easel your soul rests, a fresco, ready and wait

To be explored and colored through its four corners.

Surely there’s been some foul strokes taken to your canvas,

So it is perfectly acceptable to feel dismay and even forlorn.

Endure on in your pursuit of beauty, and smile with each brushstroke past.

Take a wise enough touch and with your personal council adjourn

Select a shade from your heart of which to cast.

Trust in yourself, and resist being nudged.

Watch very carefully while also at ease.

Glide your hand so gracefully over smudges.

This is how to paint happy trees.

31 May 2017