The Artist
By Martha Price
The many wonderful colors,
All appearing with their might.
A lush breeze flows through the grass
and leaves the day out of sight.
Like paint on a canvas
Blended with a brush,
Only a skilled artist
Could create a world so lush.
Only when the sun sets
Is this natural beauty a sight.
When the moon rises the Sol falls
And the earth loses its light.
The colors show through clouds
Creating peace in the sky.
Many wonderful colors washing around the artist
Catching the human eye.
If only the painter could copy
A feeling of calm and peace.
He can only depict a beautiful sunset,
The time when animals begin to sleep.