Be gentle with each brush stroke
Don’t let’s ever run out of paint
We can share scenes and palette
Share colors and settings quaint
Each one of us pick up a brush
With each other's masterful stroke
Let our imaginations run and flow
Of the places we each have spoke
Dip your brush in greens and blues
Lets see the canvas getting wet
I can almost sense the flowing
Of the scenes I won’t forget
Each creating the scenes together
No place is ever the same
Suns glowing orange , moons of silver
Each picture we then can frame
Anywhere we set up the easels
'Neath mountains or by streams
Paint of what we see and love
Or paint imaginations of our dreams
As we both grasp each new day
With each brush stroke that we wet
We see our thoughts taking shape
Shared and created by a loving duet.
