"Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand"

-Don McClean, Vincent

Upon the cracked parchment in this heart of mine,
a messy sketch begins to take place,
a portrait of a person rather,
but the holy grounds shake at the breathtaking sight of it,
a mural emerges,
of a boy whose smile outshines the break of day.