Moldova

Seething in an earthen pit,
Surrounded by the coloured sands,
One can see an artist’s palette
Reaching far and wide, it stands.

And taking so a finger tip,
And tracing out a line or two,
One can see a picture forming,
One of each of every hue.

And there before will lie a map,
To take you on a journey grand,
To places far and wide inside,
So you can better understand

That all the riches of a painting
Manifest inside your form,
And as you grow in courage nightly,
So you will, with brush, reform.