Blank Canvas.
Azure blue meets the eye.
Greens swirl, meant for land.
Quaint houses,
windswept beaches.
Calm, colourful this painting is.
But does it lie?

Fierce storms,
black clouds that swirl angrily
across the real-life canvas.
Windswept sands turn to mud;
Churning, raging this land is.
This is truth.


~Upon gazing at a sunswept painting in the windows of a shop~