Painting in the Sunshine …

🎨☀️ The Day I Almost Melted (But Not Before Painting a Few Trees)


Little hands I paint as butterflies glide,
A trick they can use again with pride. 🦋
Curious boys watch trees start to grow,
Branches unfolding with a soft, steady flow. 🌿


“Why is the sea that shade of blue?”
“And how do you know what shapes to do?”
Their questions came soft on the salt-kissed air,
As I painted and chatted without a care.


The sun climbed high, the salt air sweet,
But I felt myself starting to melt in the heat. ☀️
An ice cream whispered, “Wouldn’t I be grand?”
But I knew it would melt right out of my hand. 🍦


So I packed up my brushes and left the shore,
Till I’m ready to come back and paint some more.
For now, there’s tea, a breeze, and shade,
And dreams of the colours the coastline made. 🌊💛