Colored Canvas

I remember a girl, around eleven
Her tiny eyes shining, as she holds
a box of colors then. 
A brush, she claims as her new pen!!

I remember her painting a sky, a light azure 
With a blazing amber sun in center 
triangular hills lined below, of a firm brown texture 
A tree, a house, a river, her hands continues to conjure..

I remember all this and much more 
of the little girl's fascination for colors 
as I stumble by a bottled color, therefore 
longing to start anew, an interest, we both adore..