The ELLIS LOVES: April 2026

I am Creative

Sunlight rinses the canvases,

new as rain,

brushes wake like soft buds on the sill.

Ellis traces a river of green again, mixing sunrise into a ribbon of will.

Petals fall in pigment,

brief and bright— each stroke a promise,

each color a start.

Spring teaches hands how to keep and let go,

and Ellis paints the world back to heart.