Artiste

Today, I created art. This art had meaning in my very heart. But none of the bystanders took notice. Or even cared. This saddened me. So I took a picture and now I'll explain it to everyone.

As you can see, this is brilliant. Each fingerstroke had a purpose. And they were all eloquently placed. Everything is different then its actual color. The tree trunk, the clouds, the grass, the sun. Everything. Except for the sky and the leaves on the tree.

There's a reason for that. The leaves represent...

You don't care, do you? No? Then I guess I won't say. It'll be my little secret.