I spread my canvas, I take
Brushes, paints and start painting
And I thank the Lord for this gift.
The house gets filled up with
scent of oil paint
and a fairytale picture is born
on the canvas - although
warm and colourful one,
not childish at all.
There is a lake of emerald colour
and it is even called that way
surrounded by trees;
in autumn colours,
and behind bushes, all in fear,
a tiny animal takes a shelter.
A group of youth march over a bridge
behaving loudly, a daredevil
tries to jump in, but a bit of reason
opens his eyes -
- he resigns and thanks God
for his saved life.
Far away, in the lake, a dog
is swimming calmly, not responding
to its master's call.
This way I am finishing my walk
on the canvas, painting
on the sky, a big sun,
to make you, man, look
at an artist's work, who
is not a great but a humble one.