Sunshine.

An old poem that I found lying around.

"The Sunrise"

Colors depicted into her mind,
The Sun rising, shinning from behind
The sight flooding into her memory,
Knowing how perfect it is going to be.

The Capturing sight, remembering it for later,
this sight so vivid, sh can see it on blank paper.
She goes to work creating what was seen,
her strokes are so pure and pristine.

From her memory, the beauty begins to form
into what she had seen on that great morn.
Knowing that it will soon be complete
to finish this, will become a great feat.

Her once stored memory, done for all to see,
has been bought, taken away for a great fee.
She'll always be remembered for that great sight,
of the sun's rays and colors shining so bright.