It was an early day in June when I drove
Into a painting along a lane flanked by
Olive, carob and almond trees, tall grass,
Yellow weed, vines and poppies.

Through to the painting’s other side where
I was met with a void that had no light nor
Shades of darkness. I closed my eyes to see
And saw a cascade of fragmented rainbows.

I was inside a kaleidoscope of brilliance and it
Struck me that nature is but a penciled outline,
On a huge white canvas and it’s up to me to fill
It with colours borrowed from the rainbow.