Finger Painting

Kneeling on a brown stool, slouching slightly,
Apple red curls bouncing off her blue dress.
Deep green eyes jaunty, a heart so genial,
Her tiny hands gingerly painting a masterpiece.

Two fingers orange, three fingers purple,
Creating divergent lines on cream paper.
Glancing up to catch her teacher's eye,
She receives a heartfelt smile of wonder.

More fingers swim gleefully in the rainbow sea,
Then find their way hastily back to dry land.
Adding elaborate patterns one by one,
Paint splashing and veering left and right.

A lively laugh echoes through the classroom,
Enlightening every ear that happens to hear it.
For nothing could measure the amount of fun,
She was experiencing through finger painting.

Hands sticky, and face smeared with green paint,
A satisfied sigh escapes from her shining lips.
Wishing for the clock to just sit and stop,
But alas, good times must come to an end.

"A job well done," her teacher calls out,
"What exuberant colors and creativity!"
The little girl's heart soars many feet above,
As she leaves her table, her head up high.