THE PAINTER'S LIGHT Dawn just strolled in with dull, lazy steps - She kisses the pine trees and others, the needle bunches leaves... gladdened swirling in thanks. Her crimson light showers from the East where she folds in orbital ceremony of daily runs setting the earth ablaze with fun - dirges as in sweet and pains... The scene so intricately invoke the painter's light that marvels the ink that only try a biography of nature as she awes those - who adore and worship her free gifts. Enthralled, subdued, the pen lacks - adjectival verbosity to paint well for while trying, ends up to deface. Trying is not suicidal, so we try and try to capture with painter's light - Nature!