paint me a picture, please?

If my words could paint a picture Of every detail I take in The day-to-day world that surrounds me And the symmetry within I would pick my colours extra wise Taking note of beauty and of sin Select only the most radiant And let the artistic magic begin I'd start by telling the canvas As blank as the day you're born How clear crystal clear the sky is today A shade of light denim but slightly worn. The contrasting tree's propose a problem As they steal the pureness of the light But the light never stops cascading Though rays can't be caught by sight A tree, a flower, a leaf all challenging gravity Nothing tries pull them down They spiral sky high to their peak Oblivious to the distant hum of the town Radiant flowers, so delicate against the wind Birds adding to the sensuality My eyes start to skip the detail As it all fades back into reality