A pencil sketches; draws

Slicing through paper like saws

My hand guides that pencil; twisting, turning

A joyful feeling is churning!

Gray-black lines emerge

Together, the surge

To create a creature of some type

Dogs, lions, wolves; all fresh and ripe

Like newly-sown fruits

Digging through roots

Lines connect; joining 

Together like joints; coining

In structure

Never attempting to rupture

Once finished, I glance

At the drawing; seeing it dance

With vivid colors; splashing

Never thrashing

Red, yellow, blue, green, pink, purple, orange; they are

Dazzling as if lights from afar

I hope you’ve enjoyed drawing

And see the bright colors calling!