The Painting.

The drawing that you painted
yourself.
The fantasy you created,
The dream you visioned.
On trees,
the beautiful pink bark,
the glittering , mesmerizing leaves,
the rainbows that grow from those trees.
And the ripe fruits that are produced every second,
Creating the most beautiful scent,
and an exquisite taste.
Nothing could ever go wrong,
In those images you sketched,
in that painting.
A crushed dream covered beneath those pallettes of paint.
A picture perfect moment.