The First Painting

There was I – And perhaps you as well.
I, a shade amongst other wandering shades,
And perhaps you another pale shadow
Bits of shadows midst the pervading darkness
But that's a tale of prehistoric times.
Darkness of nights and of groves there was,
They were these garments, we wore,
you and IA shaft of sunlight came in
And flashed through our bodies, yours and mine,
And spread itself on the stones it carved.
At the time it was only rounded limbs tipped with light.
Thus was the first painting of the universe made,
The leaves gave it their greens
Clouds their billowing whites,
the skies their greys,Flowers their reds, yellows, and crimsons.
The art of painting came much later.