Under arm a virgin sketchbook,
Pages yet to be informed,
Clutched in hand are pens and pencils,
Colors rainbow and beyond.
Sites to see and thoughts to wonder,
Fresh ideas to spill on page,
Start a line and add some tint to,
Grow with wide strokes edge to edge.
Walk the path to the horizon,
Veer off it, and stop to rest,
Pastures green there just as much here,
Feel the grass beneath your feet.