The Blue Grass

Painting on the Mural of a collage for the wall, 

the oils and speak to invite the typed send,

on invitation to the oh happy daisy,

a parade and the vista,

a fine pleasure to the brass symphony,

the tital of earth to this is a friend.  

Each brush stroke with colors as words be lens,

brings to the atlas a map on a string,

the grace full streaks to nudity in whole, 

this venture of a dirt water fox, 

the shutters and role.  

A swan with the lake as the backgrounds at found,

the ballet a musical of pheasants and peacocks showing feathers purchase of crown,

shores that discuss the sands plate,

and a jazz game.  

The board is the spelling, 

the canvas music, 

the tube of squeeze is the love in the twilights leisure,

the whistle of what was called a flame in this the Opera of rein.

It is a bit gaga, 

but whom is counting, 

the thousand of scene,

the million years between,

the plural of meanings and reason for tiers.

Troop on to that lighting,

be sure to museum *Scream 

the evident part to portion this opening,

on that is the pastel of melting at creamed.

On Beethoven state Schubert,

at foot to discuss the community of Wren,
be glad for the formal reduction of spin,
from ice to that cubical venue,
the pyramid of social devices.  

Does the glossy effect become to shiny,

did the eyes oracle Vlad for the hoofs shoe,

that journey of escape,

the story and the fluke,

or is it just casual,

this entire event as a Renaissance play for the stint?  

The turkey leg of the festival,

a crowning review,

my goodness my gracious is the stage of a sku,

the product of recording,

the flavor at spice,

the miles of sound at the night of the dice.

Oh travel my lens,

to that skate on the ice,

with the glacier for darling,

a system for rice.

It trued at the resistance, 

otherwise known as grounded,

 yet on that piano those Concerto`s sang misted,

for edits it gave,

how the story wore truth,

with a stream for the pocket and a creek for the booth.

Adding to that the reins of the shade trees lane, 

the barter and math what's more is more's cane,

sweet tender lessons to trip on the pain,

weather permitting the storms gave a came.

The spool of the write is to talk to the wind,

for it is the tunnel that makes vision purr spur, 

that is a product of not one persons concern, 

for the dig was an accent and the bath worked the nerve.

Up on top of that mountain I spoke,

to the echo of the echo and echo spoke cope,

it gave to the stream a roar on the rose,

a sea of Oceanus grants to be a Fleet of love and dance,

as the waves drew to tendency,

so does this thread needle,

that is the basis of silk mastery,
for whom needs a pot at the end of a rainbow,
when the enter net spun gold on the web with its angle.

(*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream)