Paint me an ocean on my wall,
So I may listen to the crash of its waves,
And for it, paint the golden shore
Filled with children as they happily play,

Then paint me a flock of seagulls,
So I may hear the sound of their cries,
And have the sun painted just above,
So I can feel its warmth when it’s cold,

Paint me a heavenly meadow just after,
With fresh green grass as it gently sway,
And show the breeze as it blows,
Softly caressing every feather of robins,

And just before you leave, painter,
Paint the letters of my thought,
Let it live by every stroke of a brush,
So it may forever last for us to see..
Maybe she doesn’t want to leave.

How do you even know that it’s a she?