The Path We Painted

Today we painted with more than hands
we felt the colors, soft like sand.
We pushed through puddles, thick and wide,
slipped and giggled, side by side.

With scrunched-up toes and curious eyes,
we watched the swirls, the shape, the rise.
We crawled through color, bold and bright,
our laughter echoing in the light.

And when the canvas met the day,
we made our way back, tired from play
with paint still on our hands and feet,
our joy and mess both felt complete.