Pictures

A little gray tree
On paper white
Drawn by a girl
Who drew all night

Why don’t you sleep
I questioned her
Because I am drawing
Upon this fur

I like to draw
These pictures you see
All of them drawn
For you from me

And then I looked
And all around
Were pictures and pictures
Of all she found

She sat on the fur
And drew all day
She drew all night
She didn’t play

When her paper ran out
Then she’d be done
Her last piece of paper
Had the rising sun