Paints Of Art

sun still comes by the morning even by the rain when unleashed by the clouds rainbow when blazes its glory by its colors even bereft of the moon by the plumes as darkness when dissolves into the puddle by the day shadow of sorrow must repulsed to the hide by the golden glow of the sun as stain must go away by the reeks the new colors.as when painted the walls as the love is the paints of art by the artist over the canvas web of blood in resilience to red oceanic waves still rave up looking into the full moon when blue even if the tide breaths faster speeding to fall knowing its ebb of webs destined to dissolve as we see the dark face of the forest in the depth of night by lightening by the rain yet the birds and tigers roar in the night by the fear yet the snow frost pine never disown its green even when chilled across its unkempt edges love yet glows unfazed as eternal flow by the vein