I loved to draw, I couldn't!I loved to paint, I couldn't!
I threw my pencils and paint brush
I went out and sat outside my home...
I heard of souls who do good job
I brought them home and planted them
I gave them place and gave them food
I waited till they coloured the place
They are artists of another kind
They paint with colours no rain can wash
They work at day or night, no body knows
They stand in sun and shine so bright
They admire each one's beauty
Between the blue and red they stand
Spreading carpets of green around
Then they splash colours and shades
And now when ever I want to paint
I plant a painter called a Plant
Just a place and food and water
Artists of Heaven, I salute you all!
