revised: painting is love

Green camels walk through a valley of swift breaths
breeze floats atop white candied yams
the clinking of coconuts summons the rain
as the Empress sways sugaring her canes
light falls upon the moon above
opening the eyes of her people she love.

The Empress reaches deep down in her pockets
pulling out rainbowed colors of paint and brushes
In the night when the village would slumber
She'd gather her fairies around the tree yonder.
They'd talk and alugh and educate each other
about the love and tragedies that occured all over.

The love and tears shed mixed with light
creates the fairy dust of compassion for life
Golden fireflies dance all night
til enough fairy dusts are made to fight
Sprinkle on all the anger in sight
with fairydust, paint, and compassion tonight
Paint the village so stories can be heard
and let them feel what is real in the world
let them laugh with the children of love
let them cry with the sufferings of sob
let them pain with the hurt mothers in womb
when stories such as their loves die innocently in doom
let them ask why hate lives on
So they may understand to spread more love.
Sprinkle on all the love in sight
So they may speak to fight the wrong.

The Empress and fairies work throught the night
painting til shades of persimmons start to rise
the dew drops form on sugar cane fields
emitting the sweet scent to wake the village up
the fairies will paint the other towns asleep
and come back when the moon is up.

Soon the village will awake
to learn the stories painted ahead
and another day will be insight
to affect the world with needed love
The Empress paints for all her life
For her people she paints to fight for love.