Summer Is a Painting

On the blank winter canvas Light is painting land as No, no human can as No human can We throw ourselves in the grass We shout praises to the sky We take what is given to us We are not asking why Every summer is a painting The colors awaken And fill my soul And make me whole Emerald in the trees, the Azure in the sky The summer's breeze The golden light We throw ourselves in the grass We shout praises to the sky We take what is given to us We are not asking why We throw ourselves in the grass We shout praises to the sky We take what is given to us We are not asking why Every summer is a painting The colors awaken And fill my soul And make me whole Every summer is a painting The colors awaken And fill my soul And make me whole Every summer is a painting The colors awaken And fill my soul And make me whole