I think God has a paint brush
And it's really big...
He uses it in Springtime
On every tree and twig.
When the sun begins to set
There's "fire" in the sky
Each day with different colors
Above our mountains high.
Flowers are His specialty
(I believe that's true...)
'Cause something in His paint-box
Makes 'em smell good too!
Then early every morning
By His Chocolate Cup;
He empties out His Color box
And makes the sun come up!
~penned by lynn foust
