Tarmos, the God of Creation, was set with the duty of babysitting humans.
At first he hated it, but not long after, he began to try understanding the mortal beings,
so he even created things in nature based on them.
Tall towering trees bundled together creating something humans called a forest, and ripe fruits growing vastly across the Earth.
Everything he painted, was brought to life, and all was represented by people.
Tarmos sat in the cave he acquired staring at the paintings of green, the urge to paint more was eating up at him.
In one part of his paintings he could see the people and their offspring warm in coats.
Children, as offspring were called, ran through empty streets somewhat cold air flushing their faces.
Tarmos then saw a small boy, alone without a coat.
The boy seemed angry, but was obviously ill.
So an idea came to Tarmos' mind, no longer will there only be green leaves of youth.
Now multiple colors will reign together.
As Tarmos painted, the trees changed rapidly, his paintbrush doing wonders.
Fiery shades of red, showing anger.
Bright, screaming shades of orange fading darker, re-living and drowning in regret.
Sorft, whispering yellow wallowing in sadness, and a burnt brown, barely holding on as it shakes and as it coughs, illness running through it.
Then as they slowly fall, they stumble gently bringing a soft, tearful silence most want to forget.
Weeks later, Tarmos was once again painting.
The paintbrush waltzed quietly as he painted.
Staring at the cave wall watching the humans go.
Soon dull, grey ash falls.
The smell of smoke filling the air bringing with it sorrow.
Tarmos glances at his feet in wonder, seeing a pail of white.
His paintbrush rushes towards the bright, yet soft color like a magnet.
As it absorbs the color he smiles, deciding his humans need a bit of reassurance, happiness, maybe hope.
His hand glides upwards, his brush spraying color as the dull grey changes gradually to a soft, glistening white.
Small specks, cold and frozen sinking down.
Within minutes his new creation is covering the town with children laughing and smiling.
Adults gathered awaiting their new beginning.
Let your emotions be painted, knowing that you can start over again with a new beginning, even if it's just once a year.

A/N: Okay! I actually worked on this I do believe last year in 8th grade. I really enjoy this, let me know what you think.