Let me paint you a Picture

Let me paint a picture, a picture inside your head, lets start with white, that’s it, pure white. Now, lets add some colour. Green, a swirl of green, ill paint you a field, can you see it? Green grass, it blows in the gentle breeze, now some yellow, a sun. bright in the white sky, the suns rays hit the billowing green grass, the grass is living, golden tips as the sun brushes it. How bout some blue? Blue sky, not to much, leave a cloud, it blows past the sun, its only thin, the grass flickers and the sunlight bounces of the emerald green blades, the white cloud floats past the sun, leaving a silver streak in the calm blue sky. Can you see it yet? Look, a grey rabbit, in the meadow. It moves quickly, its hind legs kick it up the it lands, the earth is warm, its brown, as the rabbit moves the dirt is stirred, the rabbits fur is short, it catches the sun too, along its back and the tips of its ears, the rabbit is glowing. It lifts its body onto its back legs, its black nose twitches and its glossy brown eyes look about, its paws are left limp, dangling by its side. What can it see? Some orange? A butterfly, it flutters up from a blade of grass, the blade wobbles before returning to its steady swaying. The butterfly flitters and flutters, sunshine dancing off its fragile wings. Can you see my picture? Isn’t it beautiful?
The earth smells musky and dump, the rabbit is dry, it smells of wildflowers, he has come from a distant meadow filled with bright purple flowers. The air is warm but a faint scent of chewed grass lingers in the air. My picture is alive. Can you see it? Can you smell it?
can you hear it… listen.. the wind is blowing through the grass, it rustles, as the rabbit moves about you can hear its breath, its heart beating, the butterfly’s wings beat furiously, all you hear is a flicker of wind. In the distance you here water, bubbling and moving, hitting rocks with a slight splash. My picture is now your picture, I painted it for you. You are the only person that will see this picture. Every person sees something different, that’s what makes it so special. its never the same.