As I look ahead,
Images of color and beauty fill the air.
My mind thinks of the hovering waves,
The insurmountable peaks of mountains,
The melodic choir of birds.

My finger moves through the air,
Trying to depict the images of a masterpiece.
As I touch the board in front of me,
The rough surface makes me bleed,
Blue, Green, and Red.
Suddenly I am pulled away,
Submerging in liquid I begin to think,
My job is not over yet,
It has only begun.

Numerous times I am whipped about,
Moving in directions unidentifiable to me,
Like a thrashing wave pouncing against softened barriers.
Once again I am jerked away,
Flushed with water,
Laid to dry.
Looking up I see what has been done,
Magnificent.
A true masterpiece has emerged.