An artist sat by,

She lost her way.

While searching for a canvas,

All she could see was the universe.

Shades of green everywhere,

Told her she exists nowhere.

Something caught her gaze,

It added to her amaze.

Fed up of being idle,

She picked up an idea.

Ruined the scenery,

And painted the serenity.

Not on a paper or the ground,

But on the mound.

A cavern, just a pothole,

decorations spanning the whole.

The passing of years quickened

As the artists painted.

The cavern occupied with colours,

Also grew flowers.

And this is "THE CAVE OF PAINTS".