There was a girl
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With greens
And browns.

With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.

A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.

She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
Vivid pinks
And royal purples.

She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
Empty burrows
And closed caverns.

But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.

The girl was lonely.

So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.