Shakily , I painted Prussian blue
Instantly , I knew
it was not the right hue
Where to learn? From who?
In the absence of tutors
Teachers and mentors
To read no memoirs
I taught myself the colors
I looked up the sky
I saw the birds fly
I stared at the leaves try
To speak to me and cry
Of their highs and lows
Of their hates and loves
Whether On or off
Their parental bough
There they were with all others
Resplendent in million colours
The blues , the greens , the ochres
Verdant and lush , acres
They taught me a lesson
That in nature was so common
Whether you are big or small
It's just important to stand tall
That is about all
That is it all
Just stand tall
Proud and tall .
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