Little Happy Clouds

"Oh, that would make a nice place to fish. I like fishing, but I'm not a very good fisherman. I always throw the fish back into the water, just put a band-aid on his mouth, tap 'em on the patootie and let him on his way. And maybe some day, if I'm lucky, I'll get to catch him again."

-Bob Ross


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To Bob,

There are people in life, who transcend what they do,
We watch in awe, and try to learn from these rare few.
Bob Ross was a man, who was more than he portrayed,
He asked so much of ourselves, told us life was to be played.

We soaked up his wisdom, we did as were told,
By enjoying our lives, and exploring our souls.
He gave us a window, to see what could be,
Whether we painted or not, he set our minds free.

Clouds and trees, flowers and bees,
Rivers and mountains, birds and streams.
The palette of Ross, it was just nature to some,
But to those of us who knew, it was balance and calm.

Bob had a vision for us, to him our futures were clear,
Just let go of ourselves, just let go of our fear.
It was never about painting, we just didn't know,
You took us to new places, just knowing we'd grow.

Inspired by love, to be something great,
Given the confidence, to imagine and create.
It takes bravery to paint, such happy little clouds,
And Bob you gave us, so many reasons to be proud.

Happy Birthday, Bob.


- Bones Bayou