Storm......storm was about to come... I started shivering..... Alone in a park...the sky was turning dark The children started to run away... I made a bench my companion...
It was my hobby to run away from the world and to isolate myself .......and then to observe the world and.... just to observe.....
I was left with a painter who was painting the tree in front of me. He had a canvas and a palette full of colors
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
The tree was, withered.....dead.....dried....devastated
But he painted it as, Floral...ethereal...verdant...decorated
The sky was, Grey.... cloudy...stormy....dark
He painted it as, Sunny....calm....shiny...spark
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
I was observing this in a skeptical way
"Hey why are you not painting the tree as it is?...I mean you are painting this scenery but not painting it... Don't mind..." I was hesitating,
The painter smiled at me, "I like your question...." "Look here" (He lifted his paintbrush and started painting the sky sunny instead of the real one that was grey)
Then he replied, "it's my own paintbrush...... it's my own canvas.....I know the sky isn't sunny ......the tree isn't ethereal......but it's totally my choice whether to paint my canvas with devastation or to paint it with something bloomy.... because I'm the painter of my own canvas...," He smiled again, I smiled too,
"These words are precious", I said to him and then continued.my journey to my home as soon I knew soon it will start raining...
In life, we hold a canvas bright, A palette filled with hues of light. It's up to us to paint with glee, Or cast the shades of misery.
The world may show a scene so gray, Yet colors in our hands, can play. With every stroke, our dreams take flight, Transforming darkness into light.
(Yes he was absolutely right we are all painters of our own canvases....a canvas called life..... we all have a palette full of colors.....it has every color......its up to us whether to paint our painting grey and dark or to paint it shiny with spark.)
