creative writing quickie

this poem is a burden,
a bothersome little thing
my poem needs personification
my poem is sure to sing
this pen begins to dance
and my paper stands no chance
my pen is like a paint brush
and i am like the artist, never in a rush.
my brush paints the words on the paper
and a picture in my mind
with each stroke of my brush
the picture begins to form
showing the brilliant reds,oranges and yellows of a setting sun over the greens and browns of a grassy field.
with each movement of my pen i can pant the same image
only if i could bring myself to write
about such a thing
this poem wouldn't be such a burden
a bothersome little thing.