Let me paint this land of mine

Wash the sky with powder blue
Forbid existence to clouds anew
Mix a brave and earthy green
To stand for the most honest sturdy trees you’ve seen
Gild the fields in golden hues
Then, remember those puffy clouds? We’ll call back those
Daub them liberally around the edges
To underscore the hedges

Say now, if you will, is not the hand
Which created this land
Simply divine