Illistrate

With white hair and an oak handle

I tred through inky black and dance through white

Dripping crimson in snow I mix the shade of embarassment

Navy to pearl I cascade the sky across the canvas

Dipped in emerald I grow a meadow and from drops of violet flowers bloom

Grasped firmly in any han I will bow to your will and illistrate your dreams

With yellow and red I can write a ballad to your anger or a symphony to your joy

With practiced ease I can give life to your imagination

Bold strips of chesnut become solid tree trunks...

And amber the dirt beneth your feet