I, too, paint sunflowers.
Color dances in the light,
wind whispers in the poplar
leaves, churches huddle
in the distance, walkers
wander through flower-
strewn fields.
I, too, make an impression.
I, too, paint sunflowers.
Color dances in the light,
wind whispers in the poplar
leaves, churches huddle
in the distance, walkers
wander through flower-
strewn fields.
I, too, make an impression.