In a little art room cluttered with supplies, there lay an empty paintbrush with big, teary eyes.

It sighed and it cried, 'Oh what a plight! I just need some paint to set things right.'

The crayons were bright, the markers were grand, but the poor paintbrush just couldn’t stand.

One day a fairy named Glitter flew by, her sparkly wings twinkling in the sky.

She saw the brush and felt its pain. 'Don't worry, friend, I'll make it rain... paint!'

With a whoosh and a whirl and a twinkly swirl, jars of paint appeared, making hearts twirl.

Red, blue, yellow, and green—more colors than it had ever seen!

The paintbrush dipped and it was magic—once lonely, now fantastic!

It painted the sun, the moon, and stars, making art that would travel far.

Everyone cheered, 'Hooray! Hooray! The paintbrush is happy, hip-hip-hooray!'

And so the brush, with colors so bright, painted joy from morning till night.

Now it knew, through thick and thin, how wonderful it felt to begin again.