Capturing Mother's Colors

Capturing Mother's Colors

Standing in a field of wild flowers
Wondering about nature's powers
She should be filled with lightness
Surrounded by such awesome brightness
Sitting before her easel and paints
She's caught up instead with her heart's complaint
How does she capture these stunning hues?
Amazing varieties of purples and blues
Yellows and oranges of such variety
Adding to her anxiety
She dips her brush in the water dish
Sighing, sending up her wish
Please let me capture
Your colors that enrapture
I only want to honor them
Each iridescent peddle and stem

A warm breeze passes over her

She feels mother's love
Approval from above
Her motives without sins
She smiles and begins